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Nov 29, 2007 22:27

I was going to tell you the story of how I had the most spectacularly made of fail moment at the library today, but it's too long.

Then I was going to tell the briefer story of how I once returned a Blockbuster video to a mailbox, yet another of my finest hours, but I don't feel like that one, either. And anyway, that's basically the story.

But I will say this: So I'm temping this week, hoping to get a job offer, and I'm in my potential-boss's office looking for some papers. I've heard him saying he's going to a Gonzaga basketball game, and I ask if he's a fan, and we get to talking about the sport, and this happens:

Me: "I'm a die-hard Lakers fan."
Him: "Uh-oh, I'm a Clippers fan [ha ha]."
Me: "Oh, that's no good [ha ha]."
Him: "Cuttino Mobley is a friend of mine."
Me: "Yeah? Ask him how he likes being on the second-best basketball team in L.A."
Him: ". . ."
Me: "Uh, I talk a lot of trash."
Him: "That's great!"

I mean, OMG, me. What. . .why can I not keep that under control? Here I am, auditioning for a position, and I TALK TRASH to someone about not only his TEAM, but his FRIEND, and that someone is in the position of deciding things about me. It just. . .it just spills out.

But . . .I totally talk a lot of trash when it comes to basketball. It doesn't matter how bad the Lakers get, because I'm crazy and love them so much. Me and Kelly Kapoor.

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