Post-Schna-ulations

End of the week

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Well, it's the end of the week folks. Friday. It's 61 degrees out today in blustery Pittsburgh, and, because it's so dark, I feel like it's 5:00pm in the winter and I should be going home. However, it's early. I practically just got here. *sigh* It'll warm up by day's end, hopefully bringing some sun for the much anticipated Pirates/Cubs double-header tonight (which I will be attending, of course).

I'm currently FREEZING, attempting to type with quasi-numb fingers. Someone in this building has no concept of what a comfortable working temperature should be!!

SO, here is my amusing anecdote for the day: This actually occurred a couple of weeks ago while I was out with Michelle doing laundry (as I just did laundry again last night, it brings the story back to mind). To set the stage, I was wearing a long, patchwork-type, mostly brown skirt. ANYWAY...I was putting clothes into the washer when this guy says, "Excuse me ma'am, I don't mean to interrupt your cycle, but are you Polish?" Fortunately I only heard the "Excuse me" and the "are you Polish", so I was able to be polite and answer the question (apparently he thought I was Polish because of my skirt). However, Michelle just about fell on the floor. Being a nice person, I was talking to this guy (who had some obvious deficiencies in the social skills department, though I will not speculate on the specifics here) while finishing up "my cycle". :) Then it was time to leave to get Rita's (frozen custard) around the corner. It took me a good 5 minutes to get away (by this time, Michelle had already gone out into the parking lot to call Jon (as he was going to join us at Rita's) and to escape to a place where she could laugh her ass off at me).

SO...we go to Rita's. Michelle and I get our custards, we sit down, the guy shows up (oh, he was with his Mom, who was also a bit odd). And starts talking about the Cold Stone Barfery (or Schmooery, whichever you prefer) and how his favorite flavor is the sweet cream. He proceeds to describe it as "like the sweetest buttery milk that your mom used to churn". Bite tongue, straight face, keep talking. FINALLY, I get the conversation to a point where he is leaving, when Jon has to go and say something to the effect of, "oh yeah, my mom churns butter all the time." Asshole. The guy took him seriously though, and proceeded to go on talking about a farm he visited where they churned butter. once again, enter the smart ass, Jon says "I think that's the farm where my mom works." oh dear. Anyway, the guy FINALLY left, Michelle was able to wipe the tears from her eyes, and I was able to tell Jon he was an asshole....a lovable asshole, of course. :)

Two days later, I see the guy and his mom on the bus...I duck my head, keep walking to the front, get off quickly. I was wearing a different skirt and feared he might think I was Swedish this time.

Alas, that is probably far more amusing to the people involved than to anyone else who might be reading this, but my posts of late have been all news stories, and so I thought I'd add in a little taste of my everyday life for you. There you have it. Exciting, huh?

:)

posted by Schna @ 8:19 AM