People are funny + I fail
A few days ago, I was on my lunch break from one of my jobs, and decided to actually take an hour instead of a half hour, since it was a slow day, and it's not like anyone ever says anything to me. I headed toward the Corner Bakery-- which has amazing panini's by the way. There was only about one or two people inside when I got there, and no one outside, and while I usually tend to drift toward the more populated areas, the day was nice enough outside to tempt me into it's sun. Standing near a crosswalk was this rather professional looking woman, in a fitted buisness suit and stelleto's (I praise women who can function daily in stelleto's!), carrying what seemed to be an armful of bags and packages from South Coast Plaza (I only assumse this because South Coast is relevently across the street). Normally, when someone carries packages that come in handles, one uses the handles, but not this woman. She had them all piles up in her arms in a giant bunch, like you would carry blankets down the stairs. I quickly whipped out my brush pens and my sketch pad and doodled a quick life-drawing-esque sketch of her for my amusement. For such a classy looking woman, she was certainly doing it wrong. But then again, the handles might have broken, or perhaps she had learned to carry bags different in her household? Or maybe she was just having an off day and needed to try something different? Whatever the case was, at the time I was kind of amused.
The thing that drew my attention next was an obnoxious honk from a car and tires screeching. I looked up quickly and saw the same woman crossing the street, not at her designated time. mind you, and a very understandably angry man was the cause of the rukus. The lady had dropped most, if not all her bags and backed up quickly, surpisingly staying quite steady in said stelletos. For most people, it would be safe to assume, you the driver in your two-ton death machine would have some concern over the well being of the 100 pound flesh sack of bones and blood.
I was also taught never to assume! The first words out of the man's mouth were "FILTHY WHORE!" And some other gibberish I couldn't make out. At this point, I decided to sit back in my seat, panini in hand, and enjoy the drama unfurreling before. It was a mystery to me as to where this car had come from (I'm almost certain the woman felt something similar to me).
The woman immediatly dove for her bags, picking them up, and then looked straight at the man and yelled "INFERTILE NUTSACK!"
Now, I'm not really a professional at name calling, but....really? I'm sure there were better things to scream at the man who could have potentially caused her funual. Both the man and I seemed rather started by this comment. Maybe infertility was a curse for women, but was that something the average male cared about? Again, I'm no professional, but in my mind, during a War of Insults, I'd have to say that the woman's attack was a definate miss. But in reality, the woman picked up her belongings and scurried to the other side of the street- again, carrying all her bags awkwardly. The man drove off, and life resumed as it had, leaving me still pondering over the word "infertile nutsack." Really, lady.
Anyhow. That story was irrelevent, but thinking about lunch, made me think about that story that happened a few days ago! It was pretty strange at the time. Just one of those odd happenings that seem to constantly cross my life.
BUT ANYWAYS. I digress.
I fail more than words can express. My friend, after being away for 5 years, (Kohaku-Chan/Amber), has finally moved back to California! I was super excited, so after seeing Get Smart (WHICH WAS AN AMAZING MOVIE<3 Probably one of my favorites this year~ ILU STEVE CARREL! AND HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING DWANYE THE ROCK JOHNSON!?), I ate a frozen dinner, then drove to my friend's house to meet her for the first time since my 19th birthday! It was exciting. She shared some sushi with me her dad brought, and we watched Super in BLUERAY, baby~ Good times. We chatted about our RP characters and generally had a good time. My main purpose for the night was to get her birds (Pebbles and Bambam!), and take them to my mom and grandma to take care of for her. She has two of the CUTEST Cockatiels ever. Well...she had them at least T__T;; Had.
Well, she had a cage, but she had put them in a box for a two day car trip. as we were loading the cage in the car, I told her I'd rather put the poor birds in the cage and let them stretch for a bit, which seemed reasonable enough. We got one in the cage...but...the second one ended up...well, flying away. It had flown into my car, however one of my car doors was unnesecarily opened, and it escaped through there. I've never felt so awful about anything in my life D: Those birds were her best friends for two years, and, I let the poor thing fly off to it's death.
To sum it all up, my friend CJ said it best. "LAWL- normal people have a few things go wrong in their life at spaced out times, but when people are around you everything has to go wrong at once."
It was only more ironic he told me that EARLIER THAT DAY.
Oh my irony.
I tried driving around the neighborhood to find the poor bird and with a great goldy miracle bring him back to his cage but, my luck barely gets me to the gas station when my light goes on. So, it was hopeless, and I ended up not sleeping that night cuz I felt so bad for my friend and the situation and stuff. WHY DO I LOOSE SLEEP SO EASILY!?
HANG OUT WITH ME AT YOUR RISK KTHNX.
....but please still love me D:
The thing that drew my attention next was an obnoxious honk from a car and tires screeching. I looked up quickly and saw the same woman crossing the street, not at her designated time. mind you, and a very understandably angry man was the cause of the rukus. The lady had dropped most, if not all her bags and backed up quickly, surpisingly staying quite steady in said stelletos. For most people, it would be safe to assume, you the driver in your two-ton death machine would have some concern over the well being of the 100 pound flesh sack of bones and blood.
I was also taught never to assume! The first words out of the man's mouth were "FILTHY WHORE!" And some other gibberish I couldn't make out. At this point, I decided to sit back in my seat, panini in hand, and enjoy the drama unfurreling before. It was a mystery to me as to where this car had come from (I'm almost certain the woman felt something similar to me).
The woman immediatly dove for her bags, picking them up, and then looked straight at the man and yelled "INFERTILE NUTSACK!"
Now, I'm not really a professional at name calling, but....really? I'm sure there were better things to scream at the man who could have potentially caused her funual. Both the man and I seemed rather started by this comment. Maybe infertility was a curse for women, but was that something the average male cared about? Again, I'm no professional, but in my mind, during a War of Insults, I'd have to say that the woman's attack was a definate miss. But in reality, the woman picked up her belongings and scurried to the other side of the street- again, carrying all her bags awkwardly. The man drove off, and life resumed as it had, leaving me still pondering over the word "infertile nutsack." Really, lady.
Anyhow. That story was irrelevent, but thinking about lunch, made me think about that story that happened a few days ago! It was pretty strange at the time. Just one of those odd happenings that seem to constantly cross my life.
BUT ANYWAYS. I digress.
I fail more than words can express. My friend, after being away for 5 years, (Kohaku-Chan/Amber), has finally moved back to California! I was super excited, so after seeing Get Smart (WHICH WAS AN AMAZING MOVIE<3 Probably one of my favorites this year~ ILU STEVE CARREL! AND HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING DWANYE THE ROCK JOHNSON!?), I ate a frozen dinner, then drove to my friend's house to meet her for the first time since my 19th birthday! It was exciting. She shared some sushi with me her dad brought, and we watched Super in BLUERAY, baby~ Good times. We chatted about our RP characters and generally had a good time. My main purpose for the night was to get her birds (Pebbles and Bambam!), and take them to my mom and grandma to take care of for her. She has two of the CUTEST Cockatiels ever. Well...she had them at least T__T;; Had.
Well, she had a cage, but she had put them in a box for a two day car trip. as we were loading the cage in the car, I told her I'd rather put the poor birds in the cage and let them stretch for a bit, which seemed reasonable enough. We got one in the cage...but...the second one ended up...well, flying away. It had flown into my car, however one of my car doors was unnesecarily opened, and it escaped through there. I've never felt so awful about anything in my life D: Those birds were her best friends for two years, and, I let the poor thing fly off to it's death.
To sum it all up, my friend CJ said it best. "LAWL- normal people have a few things go wrong in their life at spaced out times, but when people are around you everything has to go wrong at once."
It was only more ironic he told me that EARLIER THAT DAY.
Oh my irony.
I tried driving around the neighborhood to find the poor bird and with a great goldy miracle bring him back to his cage but, my luck barely gets me to the gas station when my light goes on. So, it was hopeless, and I ended up not sleeping that night cuz I felt so bad for my friend and the situation and stuff. WHY DO I LOOSE SLEEP SO EASILY!?
HANG OUT WITH ME AT YOUR RISK KTHNX.
....but please still love me D: