Pooh Bear Sighting

After everyone else left (see next post), Cooter and I were in the cell alone doing repairs. He then alerted me to the presence of Pooh Bear at the vending machine, at which point I devolved into a drooling meatball. She is just teh awesome. That's all.

And this rare Pooh Bear sighting prompted this monologue: "Oh, I really like that girl. She's definitely still #1 on the list. Tigger's probably about #4 on the list. I don't really have a #5 right now, though. You know who #'s 2 and 3 are.* But remember, Cassie is off the list for now until she comes back ... if she comes back. ** Of course, as soon as she does come back she's guaranteed at least the #2 spot, but really I'll have to recalibrate the whole thing. I suspect Pooh Bear will still be #1."

*Karen and the new lady in HR.
** from maternity leave.

At this point Cooter just laughed and said, "You're really something else."

"Well, I'm a Virgo. This is what I do. I can categorize anything in a heartbeat."

Cooter then went on a tangent about how I tend to like the 'chunky' ones while he likes the skinnier girls. While I wouldn't clasify Pooh Bear as 'chunky' by any means, she does have a particular shape that I find extremely pleasing, and the nickname I gave her was given for a reason.

"Well, Cooter, that's the big difference between you and me. Where you see chunky, I just see awesome."

Last Saturday while going outside on break to blacken my lungs, I happened across Pooh Bear down by the door I was headed for. I was able to snag a look at her name badge, which she rarely wears, and found out her name. It's ... Jen. You know, she does kind of look like a Jen.

I understand that it's a common name and all, particularly among people reasonably in my age range, but WHY does the #1 Ruger's girl on my list have to be named Jen?

Why?

That's just not fair.