| 4:37 p.m. | Please Lord somebody kill me... | 2004-03-16 |
| Reaped | Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. "Well thanks alot, see you later," says the doc w/ the latin accent, who bears a disturbing resemblance to a high school stalker i'd rather forget. "Hmm? What?" I wasn't really helping the guy, and had forgotten he was there. "Oh yeah, no problem, bye." Then doc pauses. Taps the table. "What's your name again?" he asks. "Weez." I mumble, feeling grouchy & not into conversation. "Oh," he smiles, "I knew that. Do you remember my name?" "No," I reply, "Sorry, I get alot of people." Go back to the typing. "It's Doc," he says, "So let me ask you another question. "Go ahead," I sigh. "Do you like Yanni?" Moment of stunned silence. "Yanni??" I ask. Do I look like a Yanni fan? Do the tattoos give it away? The fact I'm a librarian? The polyester shirt? "No." I bite back the urge to explain in detail why this tousled haired demon of muzak should be fed to a giant Shoggoloth. "Sorry, I'm just not into that kind of music. Thanks for asking though." "Oh, I just had an extra ticket. Oh well. Maybe another time." With that now-rejected doc walks away, leaving me to ponder whether that counts statistically as a Reference Question & pointedly not make eye contact he waits for the elevator. Battin' a thousand today. I tell ya. Docs with an extra Darkness ticket, noooo, but all the Yanni you could ask for. Jebus. |
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New digs - 2004-05-25 Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10 Grumble - 2004-05-07 Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05 Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05 Random Shearings Rings |
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