Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Hickey #10

"Can I get a ride out to tha big building?"

"Sure, one moment."

"Someone beatcha up bad."

"What?"

"Yer neck."

"That's a birthmark."

"Ah. It looks lahk a hickey."

"Someone will be by in a moment right there to give you a ride."

"Ahkay..Sorry..It looks like someone was suckin' on yer neck."

"..."

Classy.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Hickey #9

Two customers are leaving and the male customer says, "You should change your pillow!"
I look at him like, "what?", and the woman with him points to her neck. What the hell is that even supposed to mean?? Idiots

Monday, March 16, 2009

Hickey #8

Yesterday a customer looked up from reading his papers, smirked, and said quietly, "Birthmark or hickey?" My coworker said he wouldn't be able to stay calm if someone did that to him all the time, but at least the guy gave "birthmark" as an option. If I was ever wanted for a crime, they wouldn't have to spread pictures of my tattoos. They would just say "Looks like she always has a hickey."

Monday, March 9, 2009

Hickey #6 and #7

A customer came up and winked at me like a thousand times. These people, its like they're having uncontrollable muscle spasms. I totally expected it from him, but instead his buddy came up and asked "Did you fall down or something?" The other guy kept his head down, surprisingly, and I explained politely. That was a week or so ago.

Yesterday I had a customer that I was chatting with and he asked me if I "had a cat" and motioned to his neck. Very smooth. No, no cat. I should've just said no, but I explained because I was already talking to him and brought up the time some girl said "Gnarly hickey" at Dunkin' Donuts. Um, thanks?

Friday, January 9, 2009

Hickey #5

The second the guy came up to the counter I swear to god the first thing out of his mouth at me was "Is that a hickey?"
I said no, its a birthmark, and didn't talk or look at him anymore because it's so aggravating at this point. Shutuppa your stupid blurty mouth.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Hickey #4

"Is that a rash?"
"No..Its a birthmark"
"Oh, so its not a hickey?"
"..."
"No, it's a birthmark."
"Oh, heh...
...I have one too but I can't see it" (On the back of his head)


Mark said we should start putting quarters in a jar every time that happens.
I think that'd be an awesome idea.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

1980

Wow, I can't believe I didn't post anything for December. Suffice to say, nothing extremely interesting happened but probably more interesting stuff than I usually write about else I wouldn't be writing. I gave the Boyfriend his snowshoes and he was quite happy. He mentioned snowshoes offhandedly for the second time the day before Christmas Eve. I gave my sister the moccassins. I gave my older cousin an Octupus bracelet and my younger cousin this sick guitar chords book. There was minimal drama from the Boyfriend's family although the night started off with a bang. Usually its a process of his mother complaining about something and making it epic right until the last moment, gift exchange, and then more inflammatory comments from his mother, usually towards his sister. This time we actually sat down in a restaurant and had a nice time. Unbelievable.

The next day I went to my dad's family party and tried to make conversation with the relatives I see but once a year. Nothing really notable, I made out with some cash and wine and I'll be sure to book some dance lessons at this place my father's cousin's ex-husband told me about. He has a small part dancing in the ballroom in the beginning of True Lies. Look for his head.

So what did I get? I got a new pair of brown pumas, a couple sweaters, money, a hot hat and matching bag, jewelry (made and bought), a hatchet I can't wait to try out, and a shake flashlight. There were a few other things but that's what comes to mind now.

I slept through the New Year at the Boyfriend's place and that sort of sucked cause his mom has cats and the fur is fucking everywhere. The next day we cleaned up and saw "Yes Man", which was pretty good. They have the characters body-blading at the end of the movie and I so want to do that but they don't sell these suits currently. Look up "Rollerblading Suit". We drove around randomly a little before that. Later on we played "Go", a game he likes which he received from his sister. We hung out a little and watched No Reservations: Saudi Arabia and then he peaced cause his mom isn't around tow atch his dog.

Oh, I forgot, he's got a new car..kinda. He bonked his Cutlass into a phone pole and even tho there was barely anything wrong, the car was totalled according to the insurance company. He kind of internally flipped in his own way, but I started looking up cars on Craigslist and we found many for cheap. I spent one of my days off that week driving him around to prospective new cars. We found a small 1993 Saturn and he ended up buying it. It was a stick shift and he's never really driven too much stick shift, so I was having a heart attack all the way home. Problem fixed! Now he just has to register it and get it inspected....Still....

I'm in a "Survival" mood again. I wrapped up this book called "Mutant Message From Down Under" and it started off really cool and then I looked the author up online and she's like a giant crazy liar and everyone in Australia hates her for it. Kinda ruined it for me. I finished it just cause I was already reading it but I ordered a book about a guy surviving in the Alaskan Wilderness. Should be better. I also ordered another book by Jhumpa Lahiri cause she's fuckin awesome. Like I said, I can't wait to use my new hatchet and chop up some wood and make a big bonfire.

Right now I am sitting here remembering how amazing my bed was this morning. The blankets were perfect and neat, the space heater was just the right temperature, and it was basically a travesty that I had to leave. Hmm, what else. I went with my mom to the Museum of Fine Arts yesterday after work and checked out mostly the Asian Exhibits. I didn't want to ask whether I could take pictures or not but I should have. On the way home I learned more about Ritchie, my mom's teenage boyfriend in the 70s. They broke up in like March or something with a wedding scheduled for June 1980 and my father convinced her to marry him by November. So let's recap. My parents sort of got together around March, my dad pushed for a wedding after 4 months, my mother declined saying she had just cancelled a June wedding, and instead they got married after dating for 9 months and the wedding had been planned by the end of summer. That's not moving too fast. Course then they waited 5 years to have yours truly. Interestingly, my father broke off an engagement to a woman named Linda at the same time my mom left Ritchie, and what's even funnier is that he was trying to get my mom's attention for months before this. I wish I had a complete and detailed timeline. I'd be interested to see how this all went down as I would want to watch a movie but unfortunately things don't get documented quite like that. You learn bits and pieces of a choppy story that no one wants to fully tell, so you have to put the puzzle together yourself and even then one or both sides could be riddled with lies and cover-ups. But whatever.

I miss my bed. Oh, warm, smooth bed. Oh warm, ..warm space heater. I miss you so.