WTF moment of the day
So, I was on my way home from work today after making a stop at the bank, and I got a craving for Subway. This rarely happens, so I decided to indulge myself. I make my stop at the only Subway I know of within a 20 mile radius of my apartment, and this girl approaches me from the side of my car. As I'm getting out, she's like "Hey, do you have jumper cables?"
Let's stop right here for a second. I'm sure any guy who is reading this is asking themselves one simple question here: Is... she... hot? Answer: No. The story continues.
This question is, of course, leading to, "So, since you have jumper cables, can we use them on my car? And can we also connect the opposite end of them to yours?" Normally, I'm a nice guy. I'll stop and help anybody out if I'm not doing anything in particular. I'll be the first to admit, what I did next was pretty much a jerk-off move. I answered with "I do have [the jumper cables], but I'm in a hurry." Admittedly, I wasn't in too much of a hurry, but I did want to get my sandwich, get home, go work out, and get back in time to watch the Prison Break episodes back-to-back on Fox tonight (everyone knows I'm all about being on time -- clickable link). So, that was my response, and she took it well. Understandably so, I'm not Triple A, I'm not exactly obligated to stop my day and help out any person I see on the side of the road (or in a Subway parking lot, for that matter).
Anyways, I go into the Subway, pick up my foot-long turkey sub, and I head back to the car. The whole process takes less than 5 minutes. As I'm walking out, I look around curious to see if I'm going to run into the girl I said "no" to. I didn't see her, and I got into my car. As I'm getting in and rolling down my window, I see this big, well-dressed black dude coming towards my door while he's on his cell phone. Since he was on his phone, and I didn't know him, I figured he had no business with me, so I ignored him. He got closer and closer to my window until I finally looked up at him. At this point, he said, "Next time I see you, you won't just be gettin' a sandwich, you'll be gettin' an ass-whoopin', bitch."
Let's stop right here for a second. W-T-F. Ok, let's continue.
The guy starts walking away from the car. Most people would ignore this and write about it in their blogs. I, on the other hand, decided to question things. I yelled out of my window, "Excuse me? What? What did I do?" No response. Not even an expletive. I turn on my car, and I start to drive out of the parking lot. I see him to my right, on his phone still, and I yell out of my window on the driver's side trying to get his attention to my left saying, "What was that about? Did I deserve that?" Still -- no response. Then, as I'm just about to get out of my car to say something stupid like "I didn't deserve that, and you're an asshat," I see the girl run from inside another store in the lot motioning for me to just drive away. I then give her my official "What the hell?" look, and I drive on my way.
Seriously, what the hell was that about? For those of you wondering: No, I didn't base my decision on how hot the girl was. That didn't even cross my mind until I was in the Subway thinking to myself, "She wasn't hot enough for me to make me run late." I felt bad, at the time, that I didn't feel like helping, but I had another agenda. Now, I'm glad I didn't help. I know it was a mean thing to do, but I have the right to say "No thanks" to anyone who is asking for assistance.
My brother had the theory that the guy sent the girl over to get help from me, and when I didn't help, he overreacted when his brilliant plan didn't work. Even so, does that give anyone the right to threaten an "asswhoopin'"? Uh, no. If you're going to deceive me from the start by sending over your homely girlfriend... you know, just don't deceive me if you want help. I am really annoyed by this situation. I could have been on my way to work. I was still in my work clothes. I could have been on my way to a party. I had beer AND wine in the car (because they gave away a TON of stuff at work when the restaurant closed up today). There were numerous reasons to believe that I had other stuff on my agenda tonight that couldn't involve stopping for 20 or 30 minutes to jump somebody's car. Yet, I get harassed. Yeah, I'll miss that about Los Angeles.
I'm sort of all over the place in this story, so comment if you have any questions or any comments. TLDR version - I get asked for help. I say no. Guy threatens to beat me up. End.
In other news, today was my last day at work. The restaurant closed up, and I got away with a pretty good bounty -- clickable link. That's about 10 really good tender steaks on the far right in plastic wrap, about 5 marinated chicken breasts second from the right, and white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie dough there on the left. That pinot noir is amazing, the chardonnay is pretty good, and the sauvignon blanc is a little bit better than pretty good. The Guinness I decided to pick up for my roommate cause he actually appreciates good beer. I still can't get over the fact that it tastes like pee. Man, the last day of work was like the last day of school. A ton of good food was brought in for a pot luck meal, and a ton of the kitchen was emptied of all the supplies that would spoil. We were having linguine with scallops for lunch along with salmon and mixed vegetables. It made for a really cool lunch. We also got to play music that we actually liked while we packed up, and everyone said their good-byes and good lucks. All in all, it was a really good day (minus the weird Subway incident). Anyways, if any of my friends in Los Angeles are actually reading this, party at our apartment on Friday or Saturday to send me off on Sunday. We'll be having grilled steak... and chicken... and cookies.
TLDR - Not a lot happened, but I managed to write a whole bunch in this entry.
Let's stop right here for a second. I'm sure any guy who is reading this is asking themselves one simple question here: Is... she... hot? Answer: No. The story continues.
This question is, of course, leading to, "So, since you have jumper cables, can we use them on my car? And can we also connect the opposite end of them to yours?" Normally, I'm a nice guy. I'll stop and help anybody out if I'm not doing anything in particular. I'll be the first to admit, what I did next was pretty much a jerk-off move. I answered with "I do have [the jumper cables], but I'm in a hurry." Admittedly, I wasn't in too much of a hurry, but I did want to get my sandwich, get home, go work out, and get back in time to watch the Prison Break episodes back-to-back on Fox tonight (everyone knows I'm all about being on time -- clickable link). So, that was my response, and she took it well. Understandably so, I'm not Triple A, I'm not exactly obligated to stop my day and help out any person I see on the side of the road (or in a Subway parking lot, for that matter).
Anyways, I go into the Subway, pick up my foot-long turkey sub, and I head back to the car. The whole process takes less than 5 minutes. As I'm walking out, I look around curious to see if I'm going to run into the girl I said "no" to. I didn't see her, and I got into my car. As I'm getting in and rolling down my window, I see this big, well-dressed black dude coming towards my door while he's on his cell phone. Since he was on his phone, and I didn't know him, I figured he had no business with me, so I ignored him. He got closer and closer to my window until I finally looked up at him. At this point, he said, "Next time I see you, you won't just be gettin' a sandwich, you'll be gettin' an ass-whoopin', bitch."
Let's stop right here for a second. W-T-F. Ok, let's continue.
The guy starts walking away from the car. Most people would ignore this and write about it in their blogs. I, on the other hand, decided to question things. I yelled out of my window, "Excuse me? What? What did I do?" No response. Not even an expletive. I turn on my car, and I start to drive out of the parking lot. I see him to my right, on his phone still, and I yell out of my window on the driver's side trying to get his attention to my left saying, "What was that about? Did I deserve that?" Still -- no response. Then, as I'm just about to get out of my car to say something stupid like "I didn't deserve that, and you're an asshat," I see the girl run from inside another store in the lot motioning for me to just drive away. I then give her my official "What the hell?" look, and I drive on my way.
Seriously, what the hell was that about? For those of you wondering: No, I didn't base my decision on how hot the girl was. That didn't even cross my mind until I was in the Subway thinking to myself, "She wasn't hot enough for me to make me run late." I felt bad, at the time, that I didn't feel like helping, but I had another agenda. Now, I'm glad I didn't help. I know it was a mean thing to do, but I have the right to say "No thanks" to anyone who is asking for assistance.
My brother had the theory that the guy sent the girl over to get help from me, and when I didn't help, he overreacted when his brilliant plan didn't work. Even so, does that give anyone the right to threaten an "asswhoopin'"? Uh, no. If you're going to deceive me from the start by sending over your homely girlfriend... you know, just don't deceive me if you want help. I am really annoyed by this situation. I could have been on my way to work. I was still in my work clothes. I could have been on my way to a party. I had beer AND wine in the car (because they gave away a TON of stuff at work when the restaurant closed up today). There were numerous reasons to believe that I had other stuff on my agenda tonight that couldn't involve stopping for 20 or 30 minutes to jump somebody's car. Yet, I get harassed. Yeah, I'll miss that about Los Angeles.
I'm sort of all over the place in this story, so comment if you have any questions or any comments. TLDR version - I get asked for help. I say no. Guy threatens to beat me up. End.
In other news, today was my last day at work. The restaurant closed up, and I got away with a pretty good bounty -- clickable link. That's about 10 really good tender steaks on the far right in plastic wrap, about 5 marinated chicken breasts second from the right, and white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie dough there on the left. That pinot noir is amazing, the chardonnay is pretty good, and the sauvignon blanc is a little bit better than pretty good. The Guinness I decided to pick up for my roommate cause he actually appreciates good beer. I still can't get over the fact that it tastes like pee. Man, the last day of work was like the last day of school. A ton of good food was brought in for a pot luck meal, and a ton of the kitchen was emptied of all the supplies that would spoil. We were having linguine with scallops for lunch along with salmon and mixed vegetables. It made for a really cool lunch. We also got to play music that we actually liked while we packed up, and everyone said their good-byes and good lucks. All in all, it was a really good day (minus the weird Subway incident). Anyways, if any of my friends in Los Angeles are actually reading this, party at our apartment on Friday or Saturday to send me off on Sunday. We'll be having grilled steak... and chicken... and cookies.
TLDR - Not a lot happened, but I managed to write a whole bunch in this entry.