As I walked in the doors, I was told that my job today would be to venture in the terribly large world where the office supplies are kept-staples. My favorite part of the job description. Not long after this sentence, I learn that I am to take my replacement with me. No biggie. I figured I would show him just how fun this magical place can be...
After skipping merrily to the car in my business skirt and high heels, the first thing he tells me after shutting my door rather angerly...'You know, I was really hoping to get outta here by four'...'Oh, I'm sorry...We'll get in and out as fast as we can, promise.'
Shortly down the road my mood slowly digresses as there are comments dropped left and right:
'Green light', he tells me not but one second after it turns green.
'Are you sure you want to take Kimball?' after I have already merged onto the road.
'There is a cop on your left' as the police man turns left and is driving away from us.
'I'm curious how you will get there from here-really?'-one block away from our destination...
...On the way back from our great adventure, I decided the radio is a good idea. Brilliant. We had a wonderful five minute joy ride listening to the great chumbawumba. I started to talk about how great 90's alternative was and how I feel good music like this just isn't around as much any more. There was a song that came on (which was Brand New) and for a brief moment I thought it was Mates of State. I simply asked if he knew the band. His response, though short, was deadly-'...I don't like music.'
...'wait...aaany kind of music?'
'-no-I don't like music'.
Silence.
He then started to talk about food. Turns out-he loves it. Pizza to be exact. For what seemed like hours, all he could talk about was pizza. His face lit up, much like mine did for music. Right before we pulled into the office he asked if I had ever tried the chocolate dipping sauce at Pizza Hut. My mind was reeling and in shock that I had just met someone who DIDN'T like ANY kind of music. Before I could ever realize what I was saying the words slipped out before I could control myself 'I HATE pizza AND chocolate'...
I have crushed someones dreams today.
I feel bad.
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6 comments:
Sounds like you did the right thing.
A) He was rude about having to do his JOB.
B) No one who hates music should be allowed to ride in cars with other people.
C) Anyone who claims to love pizza and immediately jumps to Pizza Hut does not know pizza.
D) I was in Staples today as well. But I was grumpy about it....should have gone with you
My reactions to your story were as follows:
On your car ride to Staples:
Ugh.
On learning that he doesn't like music:
WHAA?!?!?!
On your telling him you hate pizza and chocolate:
HAHAHAHA! ...ERICA! That's terrible.
okay, HERE'S why i didn't comment on your blog earlier,
because you wrote AFTER i had checked my reader.
so THERE.
i don't disregard your blog, i promise.
totally justifiable. i think that is hilarious and you shouldn't feel bad.
you don't like pizza? I think it is tasty although it makes my stomach hurt sometimes. You rock.
found you.
and i'm glad you said that to 'replacement.'
loves.
p.s. i love how you blog. do it always. and i'll stalk you like a creep.
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