Mistaken Identity

Tonight I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things (side note: I like grocery shopping at night because it's always so much less crowded). As the checker was scanning my items, a guy walked up behind me... he looked about 23 years old. Out of nowhere he says "oh god!" in a very disapproving way. I looked at him to see what he was talking about and I noticed him looking at me. I gave him a small grin... his response was sighing loudly and rolling his eyes. I was definitely caught off guard and didn't know what he had against me seeing as we were almost done checking out, so I just continued to pay and tried not to think about it.

Then he says loudly, "I hated you in high school."
I looked at him trying to figure out who he was. I didn't know him... I went to high school 2000 miles away. So I say, "what?" to be sure I heard him correctly.
"I hated you in high school," he says even louder without looking at me.
Pause. The checker looks at me as if I should respond.
As I gathered my bags I say, "I'm sure you are justified in your hate toward the girl you think that I am, however, I went to high school in Texas and graduated at least 4 years before you."
He looked at me and his face turned bright red. "I'm so sorry. Oh my gosh... I completely thought you were someone else. I'm so sorry."
I smiled and told him not to worry about it. As I walked off I heard the checker say, "that was probably the funniest thing I've ever witnessed in this job."

I don't know who the girl is he apparently still hates so much, but I think it would be funny to witness the interaction that would take place if he really did run into her. Poor guy... there was a lot of built up hostility there.

So Take A Look At Me Now

My blog needed a makeover, so I gave it one! It's blue.

I also added a few features, so take a look around. And who knows? There may be new surprises all the time!

A Game of Telephone

When my old roommate, Kathlee, moved to LA, she left a few things to "store" at my place because she didn't need them with her... however we get to conveniently use them. She left things like a kitchen table, a refrigerator, a cable modem, a microwave and a few other things. So the other day I get a voicemail from her and I hear her say, "Sorry for the late notice, but I need to come by tomorrow and pick up my table." I was a little bummed because I had a friend coming in town and I didn't want an empty dining room. But, it's her table and she's entitled to it. So I call her back and we chatted for awhile and again I hear her say, "I'll be by tomorrow around 1pm to pick up my table. So sorry for the late notice."
The next day I went shopping for a new table and put a table and chairs on hold because I didn't have a truck to take them home with. However, when I got home that night I found a really sweet note from Kathlee on top of her KITCHEN TABLE. I thought, "how sweet! She decided to leave it because she saw the beautiful bowl that looks so great on it, and the mirror that hangs on the back wall is the perfect backdrop for this table."
I checked my email that night before I went to bed, but my internet wouldn't connect. I tried to discover what the problem was and realized that our modem was missing. What? Why would our modem disappear? Then I realized... OOOhh... Kathlee must have taken our modem, not our table. Now how in the world did I confuse modem and table is beyond me.
The next morning as my new roommate, Cathi, and I were getting ready this exchange took place:

Andrea: "hey, I think I misunderstood Kathlee. She didn't take our table..."
Cathi interrupts: "She took our cable?"
Maybe it was the inflection in her voice, but this still has me laughing to tears. I didn't understand how I confused "table" and "modem" until then. Later that day I was at Target and was laughing out loud so hard while thinking about it, that I had to hold my phone up to my ear so that people would think that I was laughing at someone on the phone. I'm such a dork. BUT, c'mon... who calls a modem, cable???

What I Wish I Could Send

Dear woman at the restaraunt,

The reason why you're two year old daughter hit you was because everytime she tried to walk to the other side of the booth you would strong arm her against the wall and shout "NO!" No offense, but I would hit you too.

The reason why she couldn't answer you when you persistently asked, "why did you hit me? why did you hit me?" is because she's two and you clearly haven't shown her how to use her words.

The reason she was crying was because her mommy was really mean to her and she didn't understand why you were so disapproving... all she wanted to do was sit on the other side of you. I wouldn't tell you why I was crying either - you were scary.

Finally, the reason she couldn't "stop crying and sit like a lady" is because she is TWO... she's not a lady. And thankfully she doesn't know how to shut off her emotions. Keep it up though, and she'll learn quickly to hide them.

I hope I was able to answer the questions that your precious daughter could not.

andrea

My Drive to Work This Morning

My 25 minute drive to work every morning is quite eventful. Here is what I noticed about my drive today:

- 5 cars pulled out in front of me (3 of them got the thumbs up)
- I hit at least 12 red lights
- Witnessed 3 people run red lights
- I passed 8 coffee shops, 6 of which are Starbucks
- Saw 1 car in the car pool lane with only 1 person in the car (and there wasn't even traffic)
- 5 cars annoyingly blocked an intersection
- 1 fire engine passed with siren blaring
- Was puzzled by 1 driver brushing his teeth
- Laughed at 1 driver who sneezed (I don't know why I laughed)

And the best part about my drive to work this morning was the music. I'm stuck with the radio because my ipod was stolen and my cd player suddenly doesn't work. I get tired of all the morning talk, so I ended up on Kost 103.5 - the "love song" station. I would normally never admit that I have a preset to this station, but I LOVED the morning music today! Everytime a new song came on, I would go "YESSS!" and sing along. It defintely kept me smiling during my morning commute. Here is the list of songs I got to sing along to on my way to work:

1. "Rock With You" Michael Jackson
2. "Manic Monday" The Bangles
3. "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" Whitney Houston
4. "Someday We'll Be Together" Diana Ross & The Supremes
5. "Fire & Rain" Babyface (it's odd to me that Babyface covered one of James Taylor's greatest hits... James is much better.)

Is your morning commute as eventful as mine?

Another One Bites the Dust

My friend, Angel, has just joined in the great fun of blogging. You'll be sure to discover some of the best material ever read on her site for a few reasons. A) she's SUPER funny B) she was an English teacher and C) she has a precious family. So check her out! Oh... and I lived with her for three years in college so she has to be cool.