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Today's just been another weird day in a kind of weird week.
Between really weird dreams about wanting to go to the beach (I hate beaches) in time to watch stars crash into the ocean and zombies of my friends rise up (... it's a long story), the phone solicitor that asked me to call IF AND ONLY IF I was a JEW OF THE HOUSE OF ABAD (only, it wasn't a call like "interrupt in the middle of dinner" call, it was a -- "I left a message on this service to call you back at a later time so I could give you my spiel only I got cut off in the middle of my very earnest reassurances that you need to call BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE A JEW OF THE HOUSE OF ABAD"), and then today.
So, like, when I get off work, I can catch a bus at two stops: one that's right in front of the office, but goes down 1st Ave and is sloooooow as all hell. The other is about six blocks away, and I can catch my direct-to-home bus there. As I'm walking, a guy in an Orange Cab Taxi pulls up and asks me if I want a ride. It's free, he insists, totally free, and I -- rather stupidly, I admit -- got in. He was an older guy, with a really heavy accent I couldn't place or quite understand, and he kept asking me questions. Did I have a roommate? Yes, I said, but I didn't know when she'd be home (this is not a lie: I know the ballpark of when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_arel is coming back from California, but not the exact date/time :p). Did I have a boyfriend (?!?!?!). Uh, yeah, I said, and this was a total lie, but he kept looking back and giving me this really big smile and telling me he was being nice to me, won't I be nice back? I should be nice back, right? Sure, I said, I like being nice to people. (I stressed the people part.)
He went off on this random tangent at one point, saying it was a problem if I had a roommate, then a problem if I had a boyfriend, and he said if I didn't have a roommate, he'd take me home, straight home, for free! Totally free! Isn't that nice of him? (I want to know why it was a bigger problem if I had a roommate as opposed to having a boyfriend, ignoring that one's real and the other isn't, because uh. Well.) I try to make polite but detached conversation, and finally we get to my normal stop and he lets me off for free.
BUT! Not before he gives me a card with his number, asks my name (never have I been so glad about how frequently my name is mistaken for the OTHER spelling) and tells me I should call him, if I call him, he'll TOTALLY COME AND PICK ME UP AND TAKE ME TO WORK, I WILL call, right? Right? I'd better call, right?
I got out of the cab and he drove away.
Then I got on the bus, came home, did some grocery shopping, and now I'm giving the pile of dishes in the sink the hairy eyeball.
Clearly, the days of the week are trying to one-up each other in terms of sheer weird and a little creepy, but. Uh. I think I'm done now, kthx. D:
Definitely not one of my more brilliant moments. HEY GUYS, I'M REALLY STUPID. .___.
Between really weird dreams about wanting to go to the beach (I hate beaches) in time to watch stars crash into the ocean and zombies of my friends rise up (... it's a long story), the phone solicitor that asked me to call IF AND ONLY IF I was a JEW OF THE HOUSE OF ABAD (only, it wasn't a call like "interrupt in the middle of dinner" call, it was a -- "I left a message on this service to call you back at a later time so I could give you my spiel only I got cut off in the middle of my very earnest reassurances that you need to call BUT ONLY IF YOU ARE A JEW OF THE HOUSE OF ABAD"), and then today.
So, like, when I get off work, I can catch a bus at two stops: one that's right in front of the office, but goes down 1st Ave and is sloooooow as all hell. The other is about six blocks away, and I can catch my direct-to-home bus there. As I'm walking, a guy in an Orange Cab Taxi pulls up and asks me if I want a ride. It's free, he insists, totally free, and I -- rather stupidly, I admit -- got in. He was an older guy, with a really heavy accent I couldn't place or quite understand, and he kept asking me questions. Did I have a roommate? Yes, I said, but I didn't know when she'd be home (this is not a lie: I know the ballpark of when
miss_arel is coming back from California, but not the exact date/time :p). Did I have a boyfriend (?!?!?!). Uh, yeah, I said, and this was a total lie, but he kept looking back and giving me this really big smile and telling me he was being nice to me, won't I be nice back? I should be nice back, right? Sure, I said, I like being nice to people. (I stressed the people part.)He went off on this random tangent at one point, saying it was a problem if I had a roommate, then a problem if I had a boyfriend, and he said if I didn't have a roommate, he'd take me home, straight home, for free! Totally free! Isn't that nice of him? (I want to know why it was a bigger problem if I had a roommate as opposed to having a boyfriend, ignoring that one's real and the other isn't, because uh. Well.) I try to make polite but detached conversation, and finally we get to my normal stop and he lets me off for free.
BUT! Not before he gives me a card with his number, asks my name (never have I been so glad about how frequently my name is mistaken for the OTHER spelling) and tells me I should call him, if I call him, he'll TOTALLY COME AND PICK ME UP AND TAKE ME TO WORK, I WILL call, right? Right? I'd better call, right?
I got out of the cab and he drove away.
Then I got on the bus, came home, did some grocery shopping, and now I'm giving the pile of dishes in the sink the hairy eyeball.
Clearly, the days of the week are trying to one-up each other in terms of sheer weird and a little creepy, but. Uh. I think I'm done now, kthx. D:
Definitely not one of my more brilliant moments. HEY GUYS, I'M REALLY STUPID. .___.
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