“oh THAT’S WHERE I LEFT MY BACKPACK!”
“oh THAT’S WHERE I LEFT MY BACKPACK!”
With that statement from a stranger, suddenly my sandwich is no longer the focus of my attention.
I’m sitting on the Subway patio having some lunch. A friend, who had joined me for a brief chat after noticing me while she was walking past, had just left. She seemed fairly un-crazy, which is good progress for her. She used to go out with another friend of mine, and as was a mandatory policy back then, anyone going out with him either had to be crazy during the relationship and/or after they broke up. She went with the ‘after they broke up’ option, but apparently they’ve been broken up long enough for her to be permitted to return back to the land of only-slightly-crazy.
Anyway, she had just gotten up from the table a moment earlier to continue on with her errands (or wandering around aimlessly, or something – I should probably pay attention when other people talk), leaving me at the table with my sandwich. Despite the nice weather, there was only one other person sitting outside. Things were largely uneventful until the other guy made his Tourette’s-style declaration about the possible location of his apparently missing backpack. I guess it wasn’t just a sudden realization - it was the kind of realization that needed to be announced.
Now, I should probably admit that my subscription to Etiquette Monthly has expired, and while I’ve been meaning to renew it, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. As a result, I was a little unsure of the proper social conduct when the only other person with earshot makes such a bizarre statement. Should I ignore them? Should I engage them in conversation? Should I argue with them that in fact that is NOT where they left their backpack and that they’re wrong?
Although part of me was inclined to ignore the strange ramblings of strangers (typically a good policy that has served me well over the years), a different part of me started talking to him to figure out what he was talking about. It turns out that he had a somewhat drunken evening the night before celebrating Canada Day. By ‘somewhat’ I mean he was found by a taxi driver passed out on a gravel road in Squamish, a town 40 minutes away from where we were currently eating. I am unsure of whether he remembers going to Squamish or he just somehow ended up there. If I really cared, I could consult the black box data recordings to find out, but as I was done eating, hanging around to review the drunken antics of a stranger were no longer my top priority.
Speaking of drunken antics, check out www.iambrew.com/ibrokemydamnphone to see if Mike has figured out yet how he broke his cell phone while drinking last night.
With that statement from a stranger, suddenly my sandwich is no longer the focus of my attention.
I’m sitting on the Subway patio having some lunch. A friend, who had joined me for a brief chat after noticing me while she was walking past, had just left. She seemed fairly un-crazy, which is good progress for her. She used to go out with another friend of mine, and as was a mandatory policy back then, anyone going out with him either had to be crazy during the relationship and/or after they broke up. She went with the ‘after they broke up’ option, but apparently they’ve been broken up long enough for her to be permitted to return back to the land of only-slightly-crazy.
Anyway, she had just gotten up from the table a moment earlier to continue on with her errands (or wandering around aimlessly, or something – I should probably pay attention when other people talk), leaving me at the table with my sandwich. Despite the nice weather, there was only one other person sitting outside. Things were largely uneventful until the other guy made his Tourette’s-style declaration about the possible location of his apparently missing backpack. I guess it wasn’t just a sudden realization - it was the kind of realization that needed to be announced.
Now, I should probably admit that my subscription to Etiquette Monthly has expired, and while I’ve been meaning to renew it, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. As a result, I was a little unsure of the proper social conduct when the only other person with earshot makes such a bizarre statement. Should I ignore them? Should I engage them in conversation? Should I argue with them that in fact that is NOT where they left their backpack and that they’re wrong?
Although part of me was inclined to ignore the strange ramblings of strangers (typically a good policy that has served me well over the years), a different part of me started talking to him to figure out what he was talking about. It turns out that he had a somewhat drunken evening the night before celebrating Canada Day. By ‘somewhat’ I mean he was found by a taxi driver passed out on a gravel road in Squamish, a town 40 minutes away from where we were currently eating. I am unsure of whether he remembers going to Squamish or he just somehow ended up there. If I really cared, I could consult the black box data recordings to find out, but as I was done eating, hanging around to review the drunken antics of a stranger were no longer my top priority.
Speaking of drunken antics, check out www.iambrew.com/ibrokemydamnphone to see if Mike has figured out yet how he broke his cell phone while drinking last night.
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