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Nice to Meet You, My Name is Chopped Liver

I have had a really crappy day. -.-

As you're probably aware, moving is pretty stressful, particularly when you're a first-time home buyer. So I'm pretty frazzled to begin with, and I have a lot of stuff that needs to get done specifically between now and Tuesday night. In an effort to take some pressure off of myself, and because I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs at work anyway, I took off the afternoon, with the plan of going over to B&N to get some NeverNever and Suburban Jungle scripting done in the café while Laurie finished off her day.

Once there, I was assaulted by morose music, just the thing to perk me up. ¬.¬ Things like "The Way We Were (Suicide-Inducing Remix)" and "Baby, It's You (I Hate Life Edition)". I managed to block this out as best I could and start working, only pausing to repeatedly clean up my frappuccino which for some reason had taken to splorking out around the lid every time I touched it. About fifteen, twenty minutes into this, a pair of what appeared to be wanna-be-intellectuals without any real mental chops showed up and chose the table next to me.

Now you have to realize, in D.C., especially in Tysons, everybody is more important than you. That's just the basic level of rude arrogance that you expect from anyone you encounter. But these two poseurs managed to transcend that and got to the level of "we're so important that you don't exist." First the guy bonked my table while I was drawing without so much as an "excuse me" when he sat down. That's normal D.C. behavior. Then he bonked the table again, nearly knocking it over while laughing like a asthmatic donkey and waving his arms in the air about some comment regarding Sinclair Lewis that he apparently thought was terribly witty.

All without noticing me, of course.

I shifted my table away from the pair of them, erased the errant marks on my script, and started again, trying to block out their loud (and getting louder) conversation, although I was vaguely amused when one of them said, "Wait, what does 'dys ... dystopia' mean?" This only emboldened him to make broader gestures, hitting my table again, while the music shuffled up "Baby, It's You (I Hate Life Edition)" the second time in fifteen minutes.

It was at that point I gave up on B&N. I cleaned up the latest spill from my now half-full frappuccino (Me: "How can you be spilling when you're only half full?" Drink: "*splorch*") and stalked out, muttering under my breath. I drove myself home, changed out of the neck-too-tight work shirt, and sat down in the living room, pulling out the NeverNever scripting notebook again. Absentmindedly, I noticed that my 1/3-full frappuccino had separated a bit, so without thinking, I swirled it around the bottom of the cup.

Frappuccino came shooting out around the edges of the lid like a mocha volcano. -.-

It was at this point that I gave up today as a bad idea. I am now going to go take a nap for half an hour, or at least attempt to.

Strips written? Three.

I have had a really crappy day. -.-

-The Gneech

EDIT: Nap get. Attitude reboot. I think I can face the rest of the day now. ^.^' Sleep gooood.

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frostdemn
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:13 pm (UTC)
Yeowch... Next time I see you, I'm treating you to a proper frappuccino.
Treat yourself to something nice, and I hope you feel better soon!
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
The nap counted as something nice. :) I feel considerably better now.

-TG
frostdemn
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
Wonderful, then! Naturally, cats and naps go together like peanut butter and chocolate. :3
kylet
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)
:::Hugs::: I know how that goes. The only thing to do then is to take "me-time" only for the rest of the day or you'll just wanna kill something.

Hope yer next day goes better ^ ^;;;
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
I thought about drawing up a psycho-Torey pic ... but I couldn't wrap my brain around what it might look like. ;)

Thanks, tho. :) I do feel noticeably better now. :)

-TG
kylet
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:49 pm (UTC)
I can try giving it a shot XD

Glad the nap helped!
hbar98
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:20 pm (UTC)
Wow. You should have taken the drink back. It was obviously defective. As well as the man.

I'd invite you out to the country where people say, "excuse me" (and then talk to you for the next hour because, somehow, they are related to you), but we don't have any B&N around here.

Or any good coffee shop, really.
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
I think the whole dumb day was defective, but I don't the manufacturer would take it back.

-TG
hossblacksilver
Mar. 27th, 2007 08:07 am (UTC)
I wouldn't be to sure about that, I just read that DayCo, a subsidiary of FlybyNight Inc. just issued a general recall of days recently sold along the east coast; citing that frappuccino lids that managed to spill even when the entire cup was empty and a tendency to burst into flame in low-speed, rear collisions (though not high-speed collisions). You wouldn't happen to have the serial number of your day handy, do you?
jamesbarrett
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:26 pm (UTC)
That sounds aweful. I suspect that you could have dealt with the frap, but the waste of spacers was definitely overkill. Hope the nap brings you a sense of balance, dude. -Frisk
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
Mmm, naaaap!

-TG
camstone
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:33 pm (UTC)
Wanna help me install a cabinet in the kitchen? How about a microwave?

Com'on... you know you wanna! ;)

And yes, I totally agree with you on the DC mentality... at times. *sigh* Somedays, I really wonder if we did rise from the ooze - or did we just take it with us and give it a name like "Joe-Bob."
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
Y'know, I'll think about it.

*thinks*

Naaaah. ;)

-TG
exatron
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
Shame that you weren't noticed. You could have had fun messing with their fragile little minds.

Did your frappuccino come with extra evil or something? I can't fault it's conversation skills, but that thing sounds like it was born to cause trouble.
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah, it was definitely a Demonic Beverage. Oy! I ended up throwing the rest of it way before it managed to kill somebody.

-TG
exatron
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:52 pm (UTC)
The scientist in me wants to figure out why it acted that way. The evil scientist in me wants to take that knowledge and use it for sinister purposes.
laurie_robey
Mar. 26th, 2007 08:00 pm (UTC)
Sounds like the emotion slime from Ghostbusters 2 to me!
hossblacksilver
Mar. 27th, 2007 08:01 am (UTC)
That comment gets this icon. n_n
tygercowboy
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
What nah you don't have to apologize you were in the way and not giving them the whole world!

Grab a blankey and a good book! :) Maybe some oreos and baileys?
the_gneech
Mar. 26th, 2007 07:51 pm (UTC)
The really annoying thing is that in the whole friggin' café, only three tables were taken. For whatever reason, they just HAD to keep bonking into me instead of, say, sitting over in the empty half!

Oy vey. I think maybe a little ice cream later. ^.^ But I've still got to get stuff done, meanwhile!

-TG
mammallamadevil
Mar. 26th, 2007 09:31 pm (UTC)
that's when you speak loudly and carry a hockey stick!
you're not the only one having a sub-par day...

but my recommendations to you...

a) Bailey's Ice Cream from Safeway's---saves calories that way!
b) use your height to your advantage
c) take that shirt and save it for another day...
d) find one of those noisemakers and the neighbor's cat. Drive 'em cuckoo

Rebuilding parallels partition in Palo Alto...MLD
huskyteer
Mar. 27th, 2007 11:42 am (UTC)
Sounds like the bar in The Naked Gun 2½ with the photos of famous disasters on the walls :)
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