today is one of those days when i clearly just can’t win. i was going to write an entry about the girl behind the register who just looked at me the whole time, smiling and nodding. i know she could hear me because she was able to copy down my drink order. the rest she just … turned off for? how going for coffee makes me feel like i’m talking to myself.
but then i got to work and got an email from a chick who i’d apparently deeply offended by asking her to whip up some eggs and make eggnog with me at the party last weekend.
one of the reasons i didn’t write much about the winter warming party is that it was pretty frustrating experience for me. that the original plan called for a group of us to have a walk around the lake in the middle of town before going to the party at around 2ish. by 1, i still hadn’t heard from any of the people i was supposed to meet up with for all this (who live together). so i called them and was told they were running behind, we’d obviously have to skip the lake, and they’d leave the house by 2 and would call then so i’d know when to pick them all up at the bart station.
at 3, i called again; they were leaving soon.
when they finally made it to the station and i picked them all up and drove them all to the party, stopping at the grocery store for the last of the ingredients for the nog, i apparently pissed one of them off by asking her to grab the eggs which i forgot while i stood in line. then deeply offended the same girl by asking her to beat the egg whites when we were at the party.
she said yes, then disappeared.
then today she sent me an email saying i didn’t need to like her but i had to stop being so disrespectful.
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December 12th, 2007 at 3:15 pm
in the tanzania, asking a woman to whip egg whites is equivalent of calling her mother a ho.
December 12th, 2007 at 3:49 pm
I don’t know. “Whipping eggs” seems like it must be a euphemism for something sexual. I just can’t think of what it is. Which means it must be pretty perverse. How dare you!