I am TIRED of being boring.
But even more tired of being unproductive. So sit back, buckle up, get your puke-bags unfolded and ready, here comes the new and improved boring me.
The new and improved boring me who still lives in a great two-person relationship with a guy who doesn't recognize you when he wakes up and initictively covers his balls. The same boring me whining about weight and old age (OMG TWENTY EIGHT OMG OMG TWENTY EIGHT) and the same old me who works at a hardware store. Isn't as glamorous as it sounds, in fact it's full of pins and needles and jack-hammers.
So a for today's daily update? I realized something important. Important to me, if nobody else. Probably important to everybody else if you come to my cash register or ask me a question about compresors anyway. I'll seem like I know you. Because I smile at every fucker who graces my presence. This is not because you're a regular, or because I like you. It' because I have a hard time remembering faces. So basically, I'm just smiling at you because I'm afraid you might know me, and if so, I don't want to give you the cold shoulder. So instead you get the warm smile.
And that's just how it is. I like you, precisely because I don't know you. If I did know you, however, I probably wouldn't like you. So I guess it all works out - from one dousche to another.
Course there are the people that after having been given the benefit of the doubt I downright unlike. Like the guy who tries to give me a bill that's coloured and that gives off an interesting yet illegal glow under the UV lamp.
"Really? You won't accept it?"
"No Sir, it's coloured."
"Could be coffee."
"Coffee doesn't light up like that under the UV lamp, I'm sorry. Can you pay by card instead?"
"NO! I DON'T HAVE A CARD! IT'S COFFEEIT'SCOFFEE! "
"...Or this bill could just as well have been involved in a robbery. I'm sorry, but I can't accept it. It's policy. I know, it sucks, but it's the bank that dictate this, not us."
"I'M NEVER SHOPPING HERE AGAIN. EVER!! Can I pay by card?"
"...Uuuhh.."
Or the guy who tries to pay with bills that have been out of circulation for the past two years.
"REALLY?! WHEN did this happen?"
"....Aaaaa..."
The new and improved boring me who still lives in a great two-person relationship with a guy who doesn't recognize you when he wakes up and initictively covers his balls. The same boring me whining about weight and old age (OMG TWENTY EIGHT OMG OMG TWENTY EIGHT) and the same old me who works at a hardware store. Isn't as glamorous as it sounds, in fact it's full of pins and needles and jack-hammers.
So a for today's daily update? I realized something important. Important to me, if nobody else. Probably important to everybody else if you come to my cash register or ask me a question about compresors anyway. I'll seem like I know you. Because I smile at every fucker who graces my presence. This is not because you're a regular, or because I like you. It' because I have a hard time remembering faces. So basically, I'm just smiling at you because I'm afraid you might know me, and if so, I don't want to give you the cold shoulder. So instead you get the warm smile.
And that's just how it is. I like you, precisely because I don't know you. If I did know you, however, I probably wouldn't like you. So I guess it all works out - from one dousche to another.
Course there are the people that after having been given the benefit of the doubt I downright unlike. Like the guy who tries to give me a bill that's coloured and that gives off an interesting yet illegal glow under the UV lamp.
"Really? You won't accept it?"
"No Sir, it's coloured."
"Could be coffee."
"Coffee doesn't light up like that under the UV lamp, I'm sorry. Can you pay by card instead?"
"NO! I DON'T HAVE A CARD! IT'S COFFEEIT'SCOFFEE! "
"...Or this bill could just as well have been involved in a robbery. I'm sorry, but I can't accept it. It's policy. I know, it sucks, but it's the bank that dictate this, not us."
"I'M NEVER SHOPPING HERE AGAIN. EVER!! Can I pay by card?"
"...Uuuhh.."
Or the guy who tries to pay with bills that have been out of circulation for the past two years.
"REALLY?! WHEN did this happen?"
"....Aaaaa..."
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home