I am Bored

I’m in Tampa on business, pretty early on a Sunday because I like flying JetBlue and the only flight they had that wasn’t a total ripoff got me in around 2 p.m. I’ve done my work. Now I’m sitting around watching bad television because there’s nothing remotely interesting to see or do within a two-mile radius, it’s like 95 degrees outside and I don’t have a car. I watched Happy Gilmore and am a little ashamed to admit that although I find Adam Sandler’s movies stupid, he makes me laugh at times, especially when his characters get angry, whether at a golf ball or Bob Barker. I’ve already paced around my hotel room and a brisk circuit of the hotel lobby revealed that the only event being held here tonight is “Mrs. Rosa Quijano”s 95th Birthday Dinner Buffet,” from 3 to 5:00 p.m. at the St. James Restaurant. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, I’ve noticed the catering sales manager at the hotel has the same last name. They’re a rowdy bunch but not so rowdy they’d notice the bored looking guy partaking of their liquor.