What are the odds of yelling out a mental illness in public and someone nearby actually having it? Apparently, a lot better than one might think. I may or may not have learned my lesson though.
Brenda and I went on our weekly dinner outing on Thursday night, but instead of being spoiled with great service and exceptional food by our normal mexican restaurant, we decided to go downtown. I figured I had more of a chance of running into other single people if I'm not hiding in a booth cramming my food hole with endless amounts of chips. I thought I would do that right in the middle of town.
After dinner, we decided to walk, and maybe we would stop in a popular bar for a drink. We sat on a bench in front of the bar for about half an hour. I say we were people watching, Brenda says we were too chicken to just go in. I was scoping the place out, she was bored. In her boredom, she looked at me and said, "I have Narcolepsy". So I laughed and said, "Fine, we'll go in". And we went into the bar and had a drink. Well, I had a drink, Brenda drank water. We are total party animals....so much so, that we were there for about 12 whole minutes.
On our way back to the car, we stopped in the drug store. And as Brenda took forever to choose a pack of gum, I shouted out, "COME ON! I'M GETTING NARCOLEPSY!" I laughed and turned to the cashier, who was staring back at me with a shocked look on her face. She said, "I actually have Narcolepsy". Was she serious? YEP. She went into a whole description of how and when she was diagnosed. Then we looked at each other and laughed and laughed until there were tears in our eyes. Luckily, she was not offended and was quite amused by it all. We even talked about the movie Deuce Bigalo, which had a funny character with the disorder.
What lesson did I learn? Don't repeat things Brenda says.
This happened once before, years ago, with my friend Amanda. Whenever she would walk away from me, she would smack her own butt (as if in defiance to whatever I had just said). Then we would laugh. Well, I used to think it was hilarious, so one day I did it to someone....
I was at the batting cages waiting for a cage to open up. Another woman (with a few others) walked up and took a cage I had been waiting for. I spoke up. She spoke louder, with backup. So, I backed down. And as I walked away, I smacked my own butt, just as Amanda had taught me.
Apparently, that is the signal to come beat my ass. This woman, and her group of friends, were so offended that they threw down their helmets and ran full speed in my direction. Holy crap, I'm about to be pummeled in a public place! I ran as fast as my legs could go. Luckily, I had a head start of about 30 yards, so I was able to make it to the car in time.
What did I learn? Don't do things Amanda does.
.....or maybe I just need to learn discretion......
Brenda and I went on our weekly dinner outing on Thursday night, but instead of being spoiled with great service and exceptional food by our normal mexican restaurant, we decided to go downtown. I figured I had more of a chance of running into other single people if I'm not hiding in a booth cramming my food hole with endless amounts of chips. I thought I would do that right in the middle of town.
After dinner, we decided to walk, and maybe we would stop in a popular bar for a drink. We sat on a bench in front of the bar for about half an hour. I say we were people watching, Brenda says we were too chicken to just go in. I was scoping the place out, she was bored. In her boredom, she looked at me and said, "I have Narcolepsy". So I laughed and said, "Fine, we'll go in". And we went into the bar and had a drink. Well, I had a drink, Brenda drank water. We are total party animals....so much so, that we were there for about 12 whole minutes.
On our way back to the car, we stopped in the drug store. And as Brenda took forever to choose a pack of gum, I shouted out, "COME ON! I'M GETTING NARCOLEPSY!" I laughed and turned to the cashier, who was staring back at me with a shocked look on her face. She said, "I actually have Narcolepsy". Was she serious? YEP. She went into a whole description of how and when she was diagnosed. Then we looked at each other and laughed and laughed until there were tears in our eyes. Luckily, she was not offended and was quite amused by it all. We even talked about the movie Deuce Bigalo, which had a funny character with the disorder.
What lesson did I learn? Don't repeat things Brenda says.
This happened once before, years ago, with my friend Amanda. Whenever she would walk away from me, she would smack her own butt (as if in defiance to whatever I had just said). Then we would laugh. Well, I used to think it was hilarious, so one day I did it to someone....
I was at the batting cages waiting for a cage to open up. Another woman (with a few others) walked up and took a cage I had been waiting for. I spoke up. She spoke louder, with backup. So, I backed down. And as I walked away, I smacked my own butt, just as Amanda had taught me.
Apparently, that is the signal to come beat my ass. This woman, and her group of friends, were so offended that they threw down their helmets and ran full speed in my direction. Holy crap, I'm about to be pummeled in a public place! I ran as fast as my legs could go. Luckily, I had a head start of about 30 yards, so I was able to make it to the car in time.
What did I learn? Don't do things Amanda does.
.....or maybe I just need to learn discretion......
Don't learn discretion. Having none is part of your charm! :)
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