Actual conversation with the girl at the table next to me at Common Grounds today…
Her: “Could you tell me the time again?”
Me: “Sure, no problem.”
*awkward silence*
Her, repeating: “Could you tell me the time?”
Me: “Oh, you mean now.”
There are a few things I could say in my defense, but I think I’ll just leave it at that.
In other news, today was my first day on the job. And you know what I found on my desk? A one pound box of rubber bands. Associates from my previous internship know that this is a bad, bad, very bad idea.
Jacob Grier is a freelance writer, bartender, cocktail consultant, and magician in Portland, Oregon. He writes, eats, and drinks a lot. His articles have appeared in the print or online editions of The Washington Post, The Atlantic, The Los Angeles Times, Reason, The Oregonian, and other publications.
Smooth as ever Jacob. Started wearing a watch again, heh?
I think she just missed that you were showcasing your witty personality.
The girl was one of my undercover operatives, QC. Clearly she did not do her job, I will have to “rectify” this problem.
Jacob, I just want you to know that my offer to rent you a fake girlfriend still stands. Not that I’m suggesting you need it … actually, yeah I am. Have fun at your little Libertarian camp. Check out what my fellow socialists are doing http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/europe/06/10/france.suvs/index.html