Flash Gordon

Only minutes after I last posted, an out of breath co-worker (no, not the same one) rushed over to my desk to tell me how a fellow employee had just been flashed in the parking lot. Apparently, there's some guy exposing himself in the woods near our building.

It's not something to laugh about... but now that I know nobody was hurt... I can't help but find it a little funny. OK, maybe very funny.

Descriptions vary, but the most widely circulated is, "He was dancing with a grin from ear to ear." It's a comedic visual. You can't deny that.

I've always wondered what goes through the mind of somebody willing to don a trenchcoat and embark on a day long excursion of displaying one's genitals. Is it the same mind set that mooning frat boys have? Have there been studies on this? Do they practice in a mirror first?

Keep in mind, if the guy had actually approached or made any sort of physical contact with my co-worker, I'd be singing a different tune. Villagers would be out in the woods with torches and pitchforks looking for this guy. It wouldn't make for a very happy ending.

But that's not the case. The cops were called, a report was filed. I can only imagine the conversation that took place.

Cop: Can you give us a description, ma'am?
Flashed Co-worker: ...Of which part?

And so a bit of humor is injected into my morning. Coupled with caffiene, this marks the beginning of a pretty good day. Hey, can't be much worse than yesterday, right?

By the way, the title of this post is the nickname I'm giving to this guy.

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