just another way of saying: my life is clearly lacking

8:27 PM. After a long, boring day, hKetG enters an elevator with two chirpy girls in sweaty running clothes and a twenty-something guy holding a pile of mail in one hand, take-out food in the other, and two clear bags filled with neatly folded laundry at his feet.

Girl 1: (holding up 2 letters) Aww, only 2 pieces mail, and both junk—it’s been such a slow mail week…

Girl 2: Well, that could be a good thing—it means we got all our bills already.

Girl 1: (glancing over at the young guy) You’ve got a nice pile of mail there. (Eyeing the Maxim magazine at the top of the pile) Magazines are always fun. (Turns to Girl 2 as they bounce off the elevator) We should really subscribe to some magazines…

Guy: (to hKetG) Can you hit 10? (Looks down at his possessions, smiles, and shrugs) Dinner, laundry, and a magazine, what more could I want?