September 30, 2005
She’s so sweet
With her get back stare
-- Jet
Yesterday I went and got my Jeep washed. I had finally reached the 10th free mark and holy crap did it ever need a serious bath. You know I’m not particularly fond of being in small quarters with people I don’t know but the car wash waiting area is nice and spacious enough so it doesn’t really bother me. I settled in a chair underneath a TV with Chris Matthews or someone equally grating shouting about the California fire over my head and tried to tune everything out. Everyone sat in silence, there was no conversation. Across from me was a couple in their mid 50s or so seated on the oversized couch. Next to them was a teenage girl. Next to me in another chair was a man in his 40s that would alternate between staring at a point on the wall without blinking and vigorously reading a magazine. All was well.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another man sit diagonally across from me and pulled his ankle up on his knee. His cell phone rang – loudly. I glanced out the window, thinking nothing of it. Then it rang again, even louder, and this time it was a different ring. The man on the couch shuffled in his seat and let out a sigh. I glanced at the cell phone guy. He pushed a button on his phone and it rang again – full volume, ear bursting, stupid ass tone. I raised my eyebrows – I KNOW he ISN'T! Oh yes friends, he was. A grown ass man, in a public place, was selecting a ring tone, right out here in front of everybody and for that matter, had the phone volume up as loud as it would go. Surely it was over after listening to 3. Oh no friends, he KEPT GOING! I could feel the blood rushing to my brain. Everyone began shifting around, annoyed at the lack of just general good manners by this dude. To make matters even worse, I noticed he had a huge gap between pants leg and socks. This is a huge pet peeve of mine. This is actually important enough that our professor pointed it out to us in PR class. Before sending a man on television, always make sure his socks and pants legs meet, regardless of if he crosses his legs like ankle to knee or if he crosses them like a chick.
So needless to say I’m totally pissed and this guy has no idea he’s even irritating anyone with the unbelievably loud barrage of cell phone songs. Finally, after the 5th or 6th one, he glances up and his gaze falls on me. I narrowed my eyes and stared right back. He looked a bit unnerved, but he stopped with the ring tones. That’s right.
Not a moment later he got an actual phone call, and the second a word popped out of his mouth a light bulb went off. Yep, that’s right – a Yankee...
Have a good weekend y’all!
dabbs
-- Jet
Yesterday I went and got my Jeep washed. I had finally reached the 10th free mark and holy crap did it ever need a serious bath. You know I’m not particularly fond of being in small quarters with people I don’t know but the car wash waiting area is nice and spacious enough so it doesn’t really bother me. I settled in a chair underneath a TV with Chris Matthews or someone equally grating shouting about the California fire over my head and tried to tune everything out. Everyone sat in silence, there was no conversation. Across from me was a couple in their mid 50s or so seated on the oversized couch. Next to them was a teenage girl. Next to me in another chair was a man in his 40s that would alternate between staring at a point on the wall without blinking and vigorously reading a magazine. All was well.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another man sit diagonally across from me and pulled his ankle up on his knee. His cell phone rang – loudly. I glanced out the window, thinking nothing of it. Then it rang again, even louder, and this time it was a different ring. The man on the couch shuffled in his seat and let out a sigh. I glanced at the cell phone guy. He pushed a button on his phone and it rang again – full volume, ear bursting, stupid ass tone. I raised my eyebrows – I KNOW he ISN'T! Oh yes friends, he was. A grown ass man, in a public place, was selecting a ring tone, right out here in front of everybody and for that matter, had the phone volume up as loud as it would go. Surely it was over after listening to 3. Oh no friends, he KEPT GOING! I could feel the blood rushing to my brain. Everyone began shifting around, annoyed at the lack of just general good manners by this dude. To make matters even worse, I noticed he had a huge gap between pants leg and socks. This is a huge pet peeve of mine. This is actually important enough that our professor pointed it out to us in PR class. Before sending a man on television, always make sure his socks and pants legs meet, regardless of if he crosses his legs like ankle to knee or if he crosses them like a chick.
So needless to say I’m totally pissed and this guy has no idea he’s even irritating anyone with the unbelievably loud barrage of cell phone songs. Finally, after the 5th or 6th one, he glances up and his gaze falls on me. I narrowed my eyes and stared right back. He looked a bit unnerved, but he stopped with the ring tones. That’s right.
Not a moment later he got an actual phone call, and the second a word popped out of his mouth a light bulb went off. Yep, that’s right – a Yankee...
Have a good weekend y’all!
dabbs
Posted by Amy at 15:02:34 |
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