I was just telling a coworker a story that happened years ago but I had forgotten.
Our regular receptionist at work was out for a few weeks so they brought a temp in to take her place. She was an older lady. But after about a week I came in back from lunch and as I’m pulling the door open I see a really hot girl sitting at the receptionist desk. Ooh. Who is this fine specimen?
So of course I slowly take off my sunglasses and saunter by the desk. A little extra shake of the ass. I deepen my voice a bit and say, “ How you doing? You’re new here?” (Shut up. That’s all I could think of on short notice. Plus it was hot out.)
“Yeah. Well I’m just filling in. I’m not sure how many days I’ll be here.”
“OK. Well welcome to (the name of my company inserted here). I’m Dr Zibbs.”
“Well nice to meet you Dr Zibbs. I’m Cindy.”
“OK Cindy, well I’ll see you later.”
I then walk down the hall toward my desk. Thinking I’m all smooth. And as I’m walking there’s something in my peripheral vision on my right side. What is that? I reach up and there’s a black rubber oval on the side of my face – below my eye. What the F???
When I took my sunglasses off the rubber piece of my sunglasses that goes against your nose came off of the sunglasses and was stuck on my face. AND IT WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME!
I pictured this happening later, “Cindy did you see Dr Zibbs walk by here?”
“Dr Zibbs? Who is…Oh Dr Zibbs. The guy with the huge mole on the side of his nose? No I haven't seen him.”
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Do any of you nutjobs have OCD? I don’t but there are a few specific things that I’m kind of OCD about. Here they are:
- When I’m eating cheese and crackers* and I’m getting close to the end I need to make sure that there are no crackers left and no cheese left. You know what I mean – so I don’t get stuck eating a piece of cheese or a cracker by itself. So I have to start doubling up the cheese or breaking crackers in half as I get closer.
- I always have a magazine or book in my car on the front driver seat. I've noticed it can never be upside down.
- I’m obsessed with keeping my Droid 100% charged.
- I have to turn off lights when I’m not in a certain room in the house.
- Pillows have to be 100% perfectly positioned on the couch or I can’t concentrate.
OK weirdos. Let’s hear it. What are your crazy OCD things? And has anyone officially been diagnosed with it?
*cracker of choice is usually the wheat thin or the Trisquit
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Believe it or not, in my early years unless I was around my friends I was pretty shy. So the idea of asking a girl out was pretty terrifying until I was in about tenth grade or so. I’m not sure what happened but I slowly became un-shy.
Well in about ninth grade and I was going to ask a girl to a dance. Instead confidently approaching her in the hall at school I decided to do the cowardly thing and call her on the phone. This way, if I fainted halfway through she’d just think something was wrong with the phone. Which was possible and probably would hold up in court.
Instead of just picking up the phone and calling her, I decided the best thing to do was practice. So I went down to our basement sat at my Dad’s desk (he had an office down there), put my finger on the button thing… what’s that called? You know…the hanger up button….so you don’t get the dial tone? You know what I mean. I put my finger on that thing and started rehearsing:
“Hello Patty? This is Dr Zibbs here. And the reason I was calling was…”
(deeper voice) “Patty. What’s going on? It’s Dr Zibbs and the reason for my call is…”
No. I swear I tried it ten different ways. And I tried different poses too. Nothing felt right.
“Hello Patty, It’s Dr Zibbs. And I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the dance with me.”
What the hell was that? “Just wondering?” Like I was looking out the window at clouds and the thought popped into my head, “You know..I’m just curious as to whether or not Patty would like to go to the dance with me? Hmmm. I wonder. Maybe I’ll just give her a call and ask her. It’s the only way to find out. You know, to really get to the bottom of this random thought that just now popped into my head.”
“Hello Patty. It’s Dr Zibbs. From school. And I was just wondering if…”
Just then I hear, “WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?” And I look up and my oldest sister is standing there with her mouth opened in amazement. The expression on her face was the look you’d have if you opened a suitcase and it was loaded with cash.
I remember jumping out of my seat from being startled and was like, "What?..I thought that…” And just stood there frozen for a second. Then, “GET OUT OF HERE!”
For the next week all I heard from my sister was, “Yes I was just wondering if…I was just wondering if…”
How embarrassing. And in case you want to know. Patty said no. She claimed she had to work at the Tasty Freeze*. Yeah right.
*For the locals, the Tasty Freeze used to be located where the Wawa is on Route 100 and Greenhill Road.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
After I posted yesterday’s Vegas story a Twitter friend emailed me saying she also had a “couldn’t stop cracking up in Vegas” story. She said she laughed so hard that she wet her pants. Of course I asked her to email me the story. She wants to remain anonymous* (probably because of the shame) but here it is. Tis a good one:
We were up all night partying and ended up in the casino restaurant where all the old people were having breakfast.
Somehow or another I convinced my bff to walk over and do the Goodship Lollipop dance in front of this older couple who were innocently eating breakfast.
She did it (no surprise, she's nuts) and the old guy started yelling at her to get away from them...but that wasn't gonna happen because she knew I was gonna wet my pants.
She continued dancing doing the arms and everything and he took a swipe at her with his butter knife. That's when I had to leave the scene. She followed me to the elevator yelling at me that she got stabbed because of me and I literally had my legs crossed cuz it was coming.
She actually had a big butter swipe on the front of her pants.
We fall out of the elevator and she left me in the corridor and as she backed out, she shut the big double doors majestically and bowed out with a "aaaaaaaand goodnight" and it was over. Full on peed in my pants.
Then we get back to the room, I shower (she watched....just kidding!) and when I came out hotel security was in our room...that's a whole different hilarious story...oh Vegas.
*If she changes her mind she can always out herself in the comments section.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
So I was talking to a friend yesterday about the time we were in Vegas a few years ago and something that made me laugh harder than I think I’ve ever laughed. It may be one of those “had to be there” stories but here it is anyway:
It was about midnight and it was the last night of the trip. He was all liquored up and was going to bed. I was like, “F that noise. I’m going dancing.”
So the next morning we check out and leave our bags with the concierge so we could eat breakfast. We return to get out bags. My friend says, “Do you have the ticket for the bags?” I reach in my pocket which is full of crumpled up money and various receipts. I hand him what I think is the bag ticket.
FRIEND: (examines receipt with interest then bursts into laughter). You ate TWO McDonalds double cheeseburgers at 4:33 AM??? WHAT THE HELL??
ME: WHAT?? No I didn’t! (I start laughing because I know I would never eat even one McDs double cheeseburger. Let alone two)
FRIEND: It says it right here! Two double cheeseburgers at 4:33! HAHA!!
ME: (Now I’m hysterical because I’m also now remembering the fog I was in as I went to McDonalds in one of the casinos) I must have picked up the wrong receipt!
FRIEND: (Thinks I’m lying about it or I just forget that I really ate two double cheeseburgers) No you didn’t you were so drunk that you ate the two burgers and you just forget!! At 4:33!
At this point we’re literally doubled over laughing. And I’m close to pissing my pants (like you chicks do when you’re cracking up). Then I actually do remember that it was a confusing late night ordering scene with drunk people and the stupid staff that was serving the food.
ME: Wait! (Barely getting one word out at a time) I remember now. (Hahaha) There was a bunch of receipts on the counter and I think I picked up the wrong one.
FRIEND: (Thinks I’m lying) YEAH RIGHT!!! HAHAHA!!!
ME: I swear! Why would I eat two double cheeseburgers? I would never do that!
FRIEND: But you did. Here’s the proof! (holds up the receipt)
ME: HAHAHAHA!! IT’S NOT MINE! MAYBE SOMEONE PLANTED IT ON ME!!
And we continued to hysterically laugh. Practically screaming as people looked at us like we were crazy.
OK. Maybe you had to be there. But if the scene was acted out in a movie you would be cracking up.