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I received a very long email from someone on OKC, detailing his plan for escape from zombies in a post-apocalyptic world, and his contingencies for rescuing other survivors. We bantered a bit on the topic, which culminated in this final exchange:
Him: Don't you know how much awesome basic cable t.v. there is to be had during the day?
Me: Of course, there's a TV in the money watching room. Duh.
Him: Do you have a DVD player, too? DO you sneak your own portable ("porty") DVD player and DVD's into the money room? The non-profit money room? Protecting all of the non-profit money...piles....oh god. Now I think your working for some sort of devious organization.
And I am also worrying that I am in tons of people's OKCupid QUIVERS every day and there is a series of clicks on the "Not Interested" button all across the Southland. Oh god. This was a mistake!
Me: Psht, we've got satellite, with 500 channels I don't need DVDs, by the time I'm flipping through the channels and deciding there's nothing on, my shift is over.
Him: 500 CHANNELS? Fucking christ! I'd make that a career, if I were you. But I'm not you am I. YOU are obviously a PICKY NICKY. I'll bet there's tons and oodles of quality entertaining shit "on" during the day. Judge_______. You fill in the blank, I know it's going to be GREAT! Your standards are too high, honey.
after which he immediately deleted his profile, ending all communication.
"Confused" is an understatement.
Him: Don't you know how much awesome basic cable t.v. there is to be had during the day?
Me: Of course, there's a TV in the money watching room. Duh.
Him: Do you have a DVD player, too? DO you sneak your own portable ("porty") DVD player and DVD's into the money room? The non-profit money room? Protecting all of the non-profit money...piles....oh god. Now I think your working for some sort of devious organization.
And I am also worrying that I am in tons of people's OKCupid QUIVERS every day and there is a series of clicks on the "Not Interested" button all across the Southland. Oh god. This was a mistake!
Me: Psht, we've got satellite, with 500 channels I don't need DVDs, by the time I'm flipping through the channels and deciding there's nothing on, my shift is over.
Him: 500 CHANNELS? Fucking christ! I'd make that a career, if I were you. But I'm not you am I. YOU are obviously a PICKY NICKY. I'll bet there's tons and oodles of quality entertaining shit "on" during the day. Judge_______. You fill in the blank, I know it's going to be GREAT! Your standards are too high, honey.
after which he immediately deleted his profile, ending all communication.
"Confused" is an understatement.