“They Liked Me So Much I Gotta Come Back Tomorrow!”
I’m going to start with a plug. —-> http://clubtrillion.blogspot.com Mark Titus is the 12th man on the Ohio State basketball team and does his own blog. He’s a junior in college and partly my inspiration for starting to write here. It’s definitely worth reading if you have time (after reading my thoughts).
Sunday lead to a Father-Son-Bonding-Lunch at a restaurant by the train station to watch football and…bond. By chance I wore a Binghamton T-shirt, and by chance our waitress graduated from Binghamton a couple of years earlier. We chatted about the communities up there and other particulars to the school. She came over to chat throughout the meal, partly because there was only one other seated table in the restaurant and partly because she wanted it, bad. She was very friendly, so obviously my dad had to take her down after she walked away fresh off a conversation about psyc degrees while refilling my coke. He added “Aren’t you excited? When you graduate you can work as a waitress.” That is unfair. First, I am a guy, I can’t be a waitress. Second, she did say she had another job. Finally she was wearing a Weezer T-Shirt so who cares. Don’t worry ”First Edition” Waitress, I got your back.
Monday I got to go to the dentist, which is good because my favorite activities involve bloody, swollen gums while getting blinded. I was alone in the waiting room with an old couple. There was silence for a while until the couple began speaking to each other in Yiddish. Little did they know the youth in their presence who accidentally left his coat at home, was fresh off a year of Yiddish. I don’t know why they didn’t just speak English because they scattered English throughout. They obviously wanted to keep their conversation about eating or food or something secret from me though.
The cleaning went as expected. When my mom asked how it went I proudly delivered my planned line of, “They liked me so much I gotta come back tomorrow!” A statement which only confused her, and required an explicit explanation that I need to go back the next day to get a cavity filled. I thought the line was hilarious.
Back at the house the woman who cleans our house was over…cleaning our house. The last couple of weeks she has been bringing a pretty attractive college girl to help her out. We occasionally make eye contact as I move from room to room to get out of their way. Before she left she asked if I had seen a vacuum head. I brought it down from my room. She wanted it, bad.
Since in the recent weeks I’ve become a bigger internet sensation than the I Like Turtles Kid I added this Google Analysis thing. It keeps track of how many people view my genius, for how long, where they’re from, and other exciting statistics like that. I guess it just appeals to my meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the stu…Sorry, sometimes I just lose myself in Shawshank quotes. Google Analysis has revealed two big things to me. First off that since Saturday singles and singles of more people visited my site than I was aware of. Secondly, that I have one hit from Mexico, which is presumably my friend Fudge, currently in Mexico. This allows me to now refer to myself as an acclaimed international web sensation, finally.
