Thursday, September 25, 2008

Light at the end of the tunnel

So if I must reiterate once again.

I am having a HORRIBLE week. Hence all the sappy Hakuna Matata-ing in an attempt to distract myself. However, that failed. Today was easily the WORST day of the WHOLE week. And Thursdays are usually my favorite days...

So, when pixels fail to cheer me up, what other recourse do I have?

My friends.

Hawk, Quail, and the brananaman headed to Walgreen's. They threw a mini-party with a pint of sherbert and a pack of 99-cent plastic spoons. Sitting on the sidewalk feeling rather delinquentish (for taking up the handicapped parking lot space with her feet), Hawk began to feel a bit better. Maybe it was all the sugar.

In the midst of a long stream of cathartic ranting, a kind-looking old man stepped out of his car and began conversing said to the brananaman, "You have two beautiful young ladies sitting next to you. You must be enjoying yourself."

How perceptive. The brananaman was, after all, blessed with the company of two internet celebrities. Though at that exact moment, I suspect he must have been feeling more awkward than enjoying himself. Who expects a random stranger to come up and immediately delve into your deepest emotions?

But that was not all.

The kind old man then proceeded to advise the brananaman to make a lot of money. Now in America, this is not such a rare piece of advice. Yet the old man was convinced that the brananaman needed money so he could propose to Hawk or Quail, or at least be worthy of their company.

At this point, Hawk and Quail were cracking up, but the kindly old man seemed not to notice. He continued on to talk about how America is the worst country in the world to live in. When he finally went inside the store, the three of us were practically rolling on the sidewalk and occupying TWO parking spaces.

I feel better now.
But not so much better that I want to do my homework.

1 comment:

Flailing Quail said...

PFFFT hahaha

Remembering that makes me laugh.


Oh and I saw the SmartCar guy heading home! It was like he was following me, but not, since he turned onto this other culdesac.


Today was a day of being talked at by/talking to random ≥middle age men, wasn't it?