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I often stop into Subway for dinner on my way into work. I stride in purposefully, wearing my uniform, which I would hope indicates that I'm heading to work and therefore would appreciate speedy, efficient service. Most of the time my hair is also wet, and again you don't have to be Monk to deduce that means I'm freshly showered and therefore going to work, not home.
I went in this weekend and my hopes were dashed almost immediately when the solitary clerk asked me to wait while he finished counting his drawer. No problem, I agreed initially, then stood there for 10 minutes while he loudly counted dimes, nickels, pennies. At last he was ready to wait on me.
He took note of my attire and asked where I was headed. I briefly summarized my job description, we joked about me being a skeleton crew of one, it was all good. But between the drawer counting and all the small talk, 5 more customers had appeared in line behind me. Still all was good until he added my meat and cheese, and then suddenly abandoned my sandwich to help the guy behind me.
"What can I get you, sir?" he asked.
Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I interrupted. "Ummm, I hate to be rude, but I really need to get going here." I hate to be rude, but I hate people pushing my already limited patience even more. I mean, come on. I'd already waited for him to count his drawer. I'd made it clear I was going to work. I willingly engaged in idle chatter not realizing it would create the impression I wanted to hang out all night. He was all business after that, no more easy cameraderie. I'll try not to cry myself to sleep.
~*~
Chris and Liana had a little something this weekend. Chris was already 2-1/2 sheets to the wind by the time we arrived. We played a board game, the details of which are unimportant, except one of the questions had us guessing which movie most defined Chris' character. This led to Chris' taste in movies, which led to reminding Chris about our abortive attempt at a movie exchange program (remember my contributions: Donnie Darko and A Life Less Ordinary, both of which he said he liked. His offerings: Hidalgo and Reign of Fire, one of which I fell asleep during and the other I wrote exactly what I thought about here).
Chris took great exception to my dislike of Reign of Fire, acting hurt and betrayed. It's not my fault Chris has bad taste in movies. It really puts me between a rock and a hard place: Tell the truth and hurt his feelings, or lie and have him foist more of the same on me? He was also offended by my belief that all his movies featured horses. He drunkenly pulled me into the living room and selected what he claims to be his three favorite movies: My Dog Skip, which granted probably doesn't have many equines, ditto Men of Honor (though I have a powerful suspicion I've seen this already, though can't remember it at all so that doesn't speak very well for how much I enjoyed it), and All the Pretty Horses which is where his whole "I don't have a thing for movies with horses" argument falls apart.
When I returned to the kitchen, everyone wanted to see what Chris had given me. Peg, his best friend from vet school days, warned me with a horrified expression that I didn't want to see All the Pretty Horses. Chris just grimaced but said nothing. Peg said it was a terrible movie, but Chris ignored her. Chris slurred at me, "You may not like these movies, but you'll respect these movies." What's THAT supposed to mean? I'd like to be drunk just once so I, too, can spout utter bullshit with profound gravitas.
UPDATE: Watched Horses last night. Evidently Peg's horrified warnings were because the movie is horrifyingly boring and pointless, not, as I had feared, because there was some disturbing violence that would scar my psyche. Apart from being scarred by boredom and pointlessness. I'd go so far as to say Quigley Down Under was a masterpiece in comparison.
~*~
Speaking of movies I didn't like, I also saw Shrek the Third.....ooh, did I tip my hand too soon?
( ::The whole terrible truth:: )
The laughs die out too soon, which makes for the longest 92 minutes I've sat through in awhile. I'm glad I saw it, but the odds are good I won't feel the need to buy it on DVD. Disappointing. 3 out of 5
But as we left the theater I asked Ryan if he found himself in the same quandary as with Heroes: knowing Prince Charming is the villain, but also thinking he's so damn hot (Ryan had a brief thing for Sylar). To my surprise, he said he thought Prince Charming looked a lot like me. Wow. I don't see it personally, but flattering, certainly.
~*~
Lastly, looks like the boys are finally warming up to each other:
I went in this weekend and my hopes were dashed almost immediately when the solitary clerk asked me to wait while he finished counting his drawer. No problem, I agreed initially, then stood there for 10 minutes while he loudly counted dimes, nickels, pennies. At last he was ready to wait on me.
He took note of my attire and asked where I was headed. I briefly summarized my job description, we joked about me being a skeleton crew of one, it was all good. But between the drawer counting and all the small talk, 5 more customers had appeared in line behind me. Still all was good until he added my meat and cheese, and then suddenly abandoned my sandwich to help the guy behind me.
"What can I get you, sir?" he asked.
Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I interrupted. "Ummm, I hate to be rude, but I really need to get going here." I hate to be rude, but I hate people pushing my already limited patience even more. I mean, come on. I'd already waited for him to count his drawer. I'd made it clear I was going to work. I willingly engaged in idle chatter not realizing it would create the impression I wanted to hang out all night. He was all business after that, no more easy cameraderie. I'll try not to cry myself to sleep.
~*~
Chris and Liana had a little something this weekend. Chris was already 2-1/2 sheets to the wind by the time we arrived. We played a board game, the details of which are unimportant, except one of the questions had us guessing which movie most defined Chris' character. This led to Chris' taste in movies, which led to reminding Chris about our abortive attempt at a movie exchange program (remember my contributions: Donnie Darko and A Life Less Ordinary, both of which he said he liked. His offerings: Hidalgo and Reign of Fire, one of which I fell asleep during and the other I wrote exactly what I thought about here).
Chris took great exception to my dislike of Reign of Fire, acting hurt and betrayed. It's not my fault Chris has bad taste in movies. It really puts me between a rock and a hard place: Tell the truth and hurt his feelings, or lie and have him foist more of the same on me? He was also offended by my belief that all his movies featured horses. He drunkenly pulled me into the living room and selected what he claims to be his three favorite movies: My Dog Skip, which granted probably doesn't have many equines, ditto Men of Honor (though I have a powerful suspicion I've seen this already, though can't remember it at all so that doesn't speak very well for how much I enjoyed it), and All the Pretty Horses which is where his whole "I don't have a thing for movies with horses" argument falls apart.
When I returned to the kitchen, everyone wanted to see what Chris had given me. Peg, his best friend from vet school days, warned me with a horrified expression that I didn't want to see All the Pretty Horses. Chris just grimaced but said nothing. Peg said it was a terrible movie, but Chris ignored her. Chris slurred at me, "You may not like these movies, but you'll respect these movies." What's THAT supposed to mean? I'd like to be drunk just once so I, too, can spout utter bullshit with profound gravitas.
UPDATE: Watched Horses last night. Evidently Peg's horrified warnings were because the movie is horrifyingly boring and pointless, not, as I had feared, because there was some disturbing violence that would scar my psyche. Apart from being scarred by boredom and pointlessness. I'd go so far as to say Quigley Down Under was a masterpiece in comparison.
~*~
Speaking of movies I didn't like, I also saw Shrek the Third.....ooh, did I tip my hand too soon?
( ::The whole terrible truth:: )
The laughs die out too soon, which makes for the longest 92 minutes I've sat through in awhile. I'm glad I saw it, but the odds are good I won't feel the need to buy it on DVD. Disappointing. 3 out of 5
But as we left the theater I asked Ryan if he found himself in the same quandary as with Heroes: knowing Prince Charming is the villain, but also thinking he's so damn hot (Ryan had a brief thing for Sylar). To my surprise, he said he thought Prince Charming looked a lot like me. Wow. I don't see it personally, but flattering, certainly.
~*~
Lastly, looks like the boys are finally warming up to each other:
