There is an even bigger generation gap beyond the years that separate us: When talking about popular lead singer, Susanna Hoffs… he had NO CLUE of whom I was speaking. You know, “Walk Like An Egyptian”? Geesh… Tragic, these kids born IN the 80s.
Vending machines dispense awesomeness… at a price: I don’t use vending machines. We never had them at any of my offices. Perhaps an M&M or a Snickers bar was purchased in the break room of the west-side satellite campus of CSU, but, yeah, not familiar with the offerings and price points. He enjoys a Dr. Pepper every now and again (I think he should just start drinking coffee with me), and was gushing over text message that the “throwback” version was added to the workplace vending. I replied, “Hope you brought your three quarters!” You know, ‘cuz pop is 75 cents, right? RIGHT? Uh, no. Apparently it is 2010, and vending soda is now $1.50. No WONDER that can never dispensed! A full decade of wasted quarters.
He is trying to kill me: we made these awesomely-delicious sandwiches (Thank you, Tom Colicchio) that contained a balsamic onion marmalade, that also contained a METAL TWIST TIE! And only on my sandwich. Ouch, ouch… METAL FILLINGS! I’m watching you, boyfriend. News flash: I do not have a life insurance policy.
I had to borrow a pair of his khaki socks last week for an interview. He thinks he needs new socks; I think I need new socks. He wears like a size 14 — how the fuck do his socks even fit me. How big does that make MY feet, by the way? I have two pairs of gold toe argyle knee-high socks (my FAVORITE) that I have owned since high school (ahem, 15 years ago) that are JUST NOW starting to thin in the heels - that’s how great these socks are, but I cannot seem to find replacements. That’s how badly I need socks, especially dress socks. Or maybe I should just wear all the pairs of tights in my sock drawer. Whatever. NEW SOCKS. end tangent.
The waitress thinks he is cheating: During opening week at Dante, our waitress “recognized” AB from opening night. But she feared acknowledging him openly (yet, she thought it out loud anyway) because HE WAS WITH ANOTHER GIRL and his parents, mind you, but that’s neither here nor there. Perhaps she thought they were MY parents. Imagine the greater shock for a moment… Lucky for his penis, he has a solid alibi: a) I was with him on the night the waitress “saw” him b) we were in Tampa. Funniest part of all, this was the first night he wore his Sexy Glasses out. Mind you, the first day he OWNED said Sexy Glasses. So, yeah, there’s that too.You know, ta-may-to, ta-mah-to. People, the waitresses are watching you!
OMG, I wish you could see him in these Sexy Glasses. Like, uncontrollable hotness, geekiness and smartness all rolled together. *drool*
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February 3rd, 2010 at 1:08 pm
$1.50 for a pop? Where does he work, an amusement park?
Now that I’m re-reading, it doesn’t specify can or bottle. If can, yes a rip-off. If bottle, slightly overpriced, but not unheard of.
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February 3rd, 2010 at 1:44 pm
Ha. That was the other funny part, Rob. I thought it was a can too. He responded, “They don’t sell CANS in vending machines anymore!” LOL Again, it made me feel like sixteen years out of touch from him.
February 3rd, 2010 at 5:45 pm
I like that the waitresses have got my back.
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February 4th, 2010 at 9:54 am
I was born IN the 80’s, and am familiar with both Susanna Hoffs and 75 cent CANS of soda in vending machines. But I’m an old soul, I suppose.
*snarf*
February 4th, 2010 at 10:34 am
OMG, I totally thought you wrote that you borrowed a pair of his khaki PANTS. I was just imagining you having them pulled up like Urkel or something. LOL.