odd
dear diary,
i went to olive garden last night with my second favorite person ever*. i, of course, spent 10 minutes assuring the seating hostess that she really could do her hair like mine, she just needed a lot of aquanet and a smaller curling iron. and that, no really, that's all she needed.
our waiter was odd. now, when i say that i mean that his name was "odd". and also that he acted odd. i've actually had odd as a waiter before. he's reeeally touchy about his name. he doesn't like for you to ask him about it. and when he explains that it's short for "oddysseus" (yes, with two d's) he doesn't like for you to ask him if his parents are into epic poetry. and when he says that actually his parents were bikers, he does not appreciate your snickering.
so last night i knew to smile politely, to say that everything he did was perfect, and to not question the fact that he brought six extra forks with our desserts.
which i think, all in all, worked out pretty well because when he brought us our bill he looked over his shoulder and said, "are there any managers around?... ok. good. look, i had a bunch of tables in the other room and i feel like i wasn't very attentive to you guys, and you guys seem pretty cool... so... here... i gave you some extra mints."
um... ok.
also, i found gas for $2.53 a gallon. after my ridiculously overpriced diet coke and breadsticks i swerved into the station and yelled, "now this is where i make my money back!"
i guess my point is that it doesn't matter that i'm not in l.a. today. it doesn't matter that my business meeting got cancelled at the very last minute. and that i've been completely stressed trying to get 30 billion "victorian" labels put together. it doesn't matter.
because i have a full tank of gas, and a purse full of mints.
and a hint of indigestion.
later,
kat
*second only to the inventor of excedrin.
i went to olive garden last night with my second favorite person ever*. i, of course, spent 10 minutes assuring the seating hostess that she really could do her hair like mine, she just needed a lot of aquanet and a smaller curling iron. and that, no really, that's all she needed.
our waiter was odd. now, when i say that i mean that his name was "odd". and also that he acted odd. i've actually had odd as a waiter before. he's reeeally touchy about his name. he doesn't like for you to ask him about it. and when he explains that it's short for "oddysseus" (yes, with two d's) he doesn't like for you to ask him if his parents are into epic poetry. and when he says that actually his parents were bikers, he does not appreciate your snickering.
so last night i knew to smile politely, to say that everything he did was perfect, and to not question the fact that he brought six extra forks with our desserts.
which i think, all in all, worked out pretty well because when he brought us our bill he looked over his shoulder and said, "are there any managers around?... ok. good. look, i had a bunch of tables in the other room and i feel like i wasn't very attentive to you guys, and you guys seem pretty cool... so... here... i gave you some extra mints."
um... ok.
also, i found gas for $2.53 a gallon. after my ridiculously overpriced diet coke and breadsticks i swerved into the station and yelled, "now this is where i make my money back!"
i guess my point is that it doesn't matter that i'm not in l.a. today. it doesn't matter that my business meeting got cancelled at the very last minute. and that i've been completely stressed trying to get 30 billion "victorian" labels put together. it doesn't matter.
because i have a full tank of gas, and a purse full of mints.
and a hint of indigestion.
later,
kat
*second only to the inventor of excedrin.
Comments
if my name was 'odd', i'd certainly play that up. i'd tell stories about how i was born with 7 toes too few, a streak of black hair nestled on the middle of the right hemisphere of my skull (surrounded by platinum white hair everywhere else), and how i could spell quixotic by the time i was 3 months old, forcing my parental units to rename me odd (from the previous mundane name of seph).
Happy you're happy though.
Oh and you're great! :)