Two Stories: The TARDIS Sound & Purple Stucco
Today I have two stories for you, both of which occurred during the course of my day and are equally amusing (or at least, I think so).
Story One: The TARDIS Sound
I'm currently taking a Small Business Management course in the evenings on Wednesdays, and we have a big group project in that. E is one of the other members of my group, and although we'd barely talked we both seemed to get along as far as first impressions go.
I happened to leave class tonight at the same time as E which meant we were talking about stuff as we made our way towards the LRT station. And you know how some people are so hard to talk to -- you just never know what to say? While with others, once you start it's just so easy. So we chatted about house renovations and such and it was only about halfway when our conversation started to lag. And just as we paused -- she got a text.
There was about a second-long pause as she checked her phone.
"Was that the TARDIS sound?" I whispered.
"Yes!" she whispered back.
"Aha!"
"About 80% of people wouldn't have recognized that!" she said.
"But the 20% who do are the ones worth talking to!" I laughed and fumbled with my phone. "I have to show you -- oh, wait, my phone's dead. I'll show you later -- but you know in the season 5 finale when the communicator screen says GERONIMO?"
"Yes!"
"THAT is my lock screen!"
And then the next fifteen minutes flew by as we made our way to the station and onto the LRT because we were both so wrapped up in talking about fandom and writing and I admitted I write fic and she told me she does RPG.
"Doctor Who is the first real person show I watched, so it's special to me," she said at one point.
"Doctor Who is one of the first shows I really fell in love with, so it's special to me, too!" I said.
Which just goes to show that you don't have to make fandom-compatible friends online.
--x--
Story Two: The Case of the Purple Stucco
My home is currently undergoing renovations, mostly on the outside. We've had leaky windows for ages and my parents finally got to the point of finding a company who could not only replace them, but could also redo the stucco at the same time. Which essentially means that for the past two weeks, I've been woken up early each morning to the sound of hammering echoing through the entire house.
So today my mom got a phone call from a member of the homeowner's association. She wasn't home so it went to a message and when she finally called him back, he launched straight into a rant.
Apparently, he was upset that you hadn't asked for permission, and you can't just do things like this without asking, and we want all the houses on the street to have a similar look to them, and we're so mad about that house getting painted brown because now it sticks out too much, and then those people put in a red roof so we gave them a stop order but now they've got the roof and what a disgrace and we try really hard to make sure there aren't disgraces like a purple house or something and --
At which point my mom cut in and said, "Well, you'll be pleased to know that we're changing the colour of our stucco from purple to a more neutral grey.
Oh.
And then she hears the sound of a door on the other end of the call and he tells her, "I'm just going outside to run over to house ## to confer with so-and-so, you can probably see me running across the street now if you look out your window…"
And long story short, he ended calling her back in a half hour to assure her that "yes, it's okay, you can go ahead."
Story One: The TARDIS Sound
I'm currently taking a Small Business Management course in the evenings on Wednesdays, and we have a big group project in that. E is one of the other members of my group, and although we'd barely talked we both seemed to get along as far as first impressions go.
I happened to leave class tonight at the same time as E which meant we were talking about stuff as we made our way towards the LRT station. And you know how some people are so hard to talk to -- you just never know what to say? While with others, once you start it's just so easy. So we chatted about house renovations and such and it was only about halfway when our conversation started to lag. And just as we paused -- she got a text.
There was about a second-long pause as she checked her phone.
"Was that the TARDIS sound?" I whispered.
"Yes!" she whispered back.
"Aha!"
"About 80% of people wouldn't have recognized that!" she said.
"But the 20% who do are the ones worth talking to!" I laughed and fumbled with my phone. "I have to show you -- oh, wait, my phone's dead. I'll show you later -- but you know in the season 5 finale when the communicator screen says GERONIMO?"
"Yes!"
"THAT is my lock screen!"
And then the next fifteen minutes flew by as we made our way to the station and onto the LRT because we were both so wrapped up in talking about fandom and writing and I admitted I write fic and she told me she does RPG.
"Doctor Who is the first real person show I watched, so it's special to me," she said at one point.
"Doctor Who is one of the first shows I really fell in love with, so it's special to me, too!" I said.
Which just goes to show that you don't have to make fandom-compatible friends online.
--x--
Story Two: The Case of the Purple Stucco
My home is currently undergoing renovations, mostly on the outside. We've had leaky windows for ages and my parents finally got to the point of finding a company who could not only replace them, but could also redo the stucco at the same time. Which essentially means that for the past two weeks, I've been woken up early each morning to the sound of hammering echoing through the entire house.
So today my mom got a phone call from a member of the homeowner's association. She wasn't home so it went to a message and when she finally called him back, he launched straight into a rant.
Apparently, he was upset that you hadn't asked for permission, and you can't just do things like this without asking, and we want all the houses on the street to have a similar look to them, and we're so mad about that house getting painted brown because now it sticks out too much, and then those people put in a red roof so we gave them a stop order but now they've got the roof and what a disgrace and we try really hard to make sure there aren't disgraces like a purple house or something and --
At which point my mom cut in and said, "Well, you'll be pleased to know that we're changing the colour of our stucco from purple to a more neutral grey.
Oh.
And then she hears the sound of a door on the other end of the call and he tells her, "I'm just going outside to run over to house ## to confer with so-and-so, you can probably see me running across the street now if you look out your window…"
And long story short, he ended calling her back in a half hour to assure her that "yes, it's okay, you can go ahead."