Time: approximately 11 pm, last night. I leave the gym and decide to swing by the market to pick up a couple things. I usually do Ralphs, but chose Vons this time just to mix it up. My last item: a loaf of bread. There are too many strewn about the shelf. I look around trying to figure out which one I got last time that lasted a long time.
"What does your shirt say?" this random lady interrupts, out of no where, and asks me. Now, the shirt I threw on had (in VERY large letters):
100
CONCLAVE
1901 - 2001
Washington, D.C.
Anyway, I tell her it's just a fraternity shirt and return to my shopping. "Oh. What do you do?" Caught a little off guard, I tell her Internet-related, mostly online marketing and reporting. "Oh, that's what I do!" (oh, what a coincidence!)
"Where do you work?" oh, we're still doing this? I answer her quickly, but politely. After all, Chatty Cathy's clearly just moved here from Arkansas.
"You look familiar. Have you lived in L.A. all your life?" why are you still talking to me? "No, I moved from San Diego" where we also don't walk up to total strangers in the supermarket and start random conversations without any reason. WHAT ARE YOU AFTER?!? ARGGHH
"Oh, I moved here from Chicago." uhm... I... DON'T... CARE. But, the "you look familiar" was a nice touch. This disarmed me just a tit so I didn't excuse myself yet.
"A friend and I just started our own internet business. A friend of our's in the valley helped us start it. She's great." Well, isn't that just dandy (and another coincidence)? WHY.. ARE... YOU... TALKING... TO... ME?
At this point she hasn't tried to sell me magazines or tell me how Jesus can save me, so I'm thinking she's either psychotic or maybe just socially retarded.
"Have you ever thought about working on your own on the side? We could use someone like you." right.. because my choice of bread is a clear indication of my competency?
She reminded me of those people on campus who would catch you when you were walking by yourself and try to recruit you into theirreligion cult. I didn't stick around to find out if she wanted me to sell Amway, knives, long distance, or just jerk on camera.
I just wanted to buy potatoes and bread.
After losing 5 minutes, I finally get home to see CHiP's Ponch and John battling a nuclear-powered robot gone out-of-control in the children's wing of a hospital.
Yes, I swear I was sober.
"What does your shirt say?" this random lady interrupts, out of no where, and asks me. Now, the shirt I threw on had (in VERY large letters):
CONCLAVE
1901 - 2001
Washington, D.C.
Anyway, I tell her it's just a fraternity shirt and return to my shopping. "Oh. What do you do?" Caught a little off guard, I tell her Internet-related, mostly online marketing and reporting. "Oh, that's what I do!" (oh, what a coincidence!)
"Where do you work?" oh, we're still doing this? I answer her quickly, but politely. After all, Chatty Cathy's clearly just moved here from Arkansas.
"You look familiar. Have you lived in L.A. all your life?" why are you still talking to me? "No, I moved from San Diego" where we also don't walk up to total strangers in the supermarket and start random conversations without any reason. WHAT ARE YOU AFTER?!? ARGGHH
"Oh, I moved here from Chicago." uhm... I... DON'T... CARE. But, the "you look familiar" was a nice touch. This disarmed me just a tit so I didn't excuse myself yet.
"A friend and I just started our own internet business. A friend of our's in the valley helped us start it. She's great." Well, isn't that just dandy (and another coincidence)? WHY.. ARE... YOU... TALKING... TO... ME?
"Have you ever thought about working on your own on the side? We could use someone like you." right.. because my choice of bread is a clear indication of my competency?
She reminded me of those people on campus who would catch you when you were walking by yourself and try to recruit you into their
I just wanted to buy potatoes and bread.
After losing 5 minutes, I finally get home to see CHiP's Ponch and John battling a nuclear-powered robot gone out-of-control in the children's wing of a hospital.
Yes, I swear I was sober.
Mood: 
bouncy
bouncyListening to: Simple Plan - Addicted
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