Two and a half . . .
Still working on the third one (it's slow going), but this deserves a quickie
post.
So I'm at Bloblaws to pick up some chips on my way home from work. I'm
dressed like a BUM: glasses, hair untidily pushed back, bright blue tacky
skater tshirt, black Senators sweatpants with a huge gray stripe up the side, and beat-up brown suede mules. Not exactly
coordinated, but who am I trying to impress.
It's six in the evening, so the place is PACKED, and we all know how I hate
crowds, so I was trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible, and
I'd adopted my "don't fucking talk to me" scowl as I did so.
I have my basket o' chips and I'm heading down the main aisle to the cash,
when I notice that there's a guy coming towards me who is deliberately trying
to get in my way. I move to one side, he moves to the same side. What's
worse, is he's STARING at me, the wide-eyed intense gaze of a MADMAN. Finally
there's ten feet between us. Seven. Avoiding his eyes I move again to one
side, to hear him mutter as we get ever closer, "do you work here . . ." then
louder, to me, "Do you work here?" I look at him like he's the crazy maniac he
could possibly actually be, and not stopping, continue past him. At this
point, his eyes become slightly less maniacal and he says, "I'm sorry, it's
just that you're wearing a blue top . . ."
I give him a half smile, like "okayyyy buddy," and keep going. As I continue
down the aisle, the following occurs to me:
EVERY SINGLE BLOBLAWS EMPLOYEE IS WEARING PLAIN BLACK PANTS AND, GET THIS, A
LONG SLEEVED *RED* SHIRT.
So he was a maniac.
Posted by Ally at April 12, 2006 06:17 PM