and all the things that you never ever told me
current mood: blah
current song: The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance
#1: Produce Guy (yes, it's been awhile) has been working mornings lately, because he now works in produce once a week, and the rest of his week is in the Deli... but i still cant see him as anything but Produce Guy... so dont worry, a name change will not be necessary. Anyway, i've seen him and greeted him regularly, and i've been really trying to overcome the need to gawk at him. Because gawking leads to false hope, and false hope is mistaken for real hope, and then i get crushed in the end. This hasn't been working out so well, but luckily my hope scale is kind of low. Anyway, i talked to him today, and i realized a pattern. i know i've mentioned it before, but i'm going to bring it up again. He greets me, i greet back. i ask how he is. he says he's good, or tired, or whatev. Then he asks when i get off of work. i tell him. and then NOTHING.
why would you ask someone when the got off of work, if you're not going to follow it up with "hey... would you like to... ....after work?" i really want to know.
#2: when i got home from work i saw a scratch on my car. you know, my pretty black one that i've only had since july? it has a noticible scratch on it. And i know exactly what kind of scratch it is... it's the kind that comes from parking lots when a douche bag parks next to you and swings his/her car door open with reckless and careless abandon, and doesn't give a shit if it hits your car or not. I'm coming to a sharp conclusion that everyone on the planet is a douche bag. except you. unless you're a douche... then yes, you included.
#3: I got paid today, which translates to, i got gas today, which then translates to, i went on an unnecessary "lets-get-lost" trip and wasted gas. Well, while i was getting lost on the outskirts of Omaha and surrounding suburbs, i came across a "Wetland Park". Really. it had a sizable lake (Wehrspann Lake) and i'm attracted to lakes like metal is attracted to magnets. I decided to take a stroll. My first warning that this was not a good idea was when i saw that the water was a dark murky muddy chocolate color. My second warning that this was not a good idea was shortly after that when i learned the place was infested with grasshoppers*. My third warning that this was not a good idea was, as i was strolling, a thought occurred to me that this would be somewhere a murderer could possibly dump a body. None of these warnings really resonated until the final warning came upon me. My final warning that this was not a good idea was i nearly stepped on a snake. A garter snake, i'm sure, but a snake nonetheless. I knew a girl who got bit by a garter snake. I high-tailed out of there as fast as i could.
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* so, knowing that grasshoppers cant swim, i was very confused when several scattering grasshoppers jumped into the water to get away from me.
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Produce guy! We haven't heard about him in forever. He needs to take the initiative and ask you to do something after work. Seriously.
Would you like me to mysteriously be waiting in the parking lot after he gets off in a hooded sweatshirt with my face hidden so that I can tell him that the proper thing to do is ask a girl to do something after work if he's going to take the time to ask her what her plans are after work?
Holy crap... I just realized that entire thing was one sentence. Talk about run-ons. Oooh well.
Anyway, I'll totally do it. Just let me know. :)
People in parking lots are stupid! I have all these little dents and scratches on my doors from people doing that, and I hate it. Whenever I get out of the car, I try to be really careful to not hit other people's cars. Does anyone else give ME that consideration? No! People suck.
I'm glad you didn't get murdered at the grasshopper and snake infested lake. That would have made me very, very sad.