button-guy again
tuesday, february 12, 2002
we did brief stops at the library (i skimmed anne heche's call me crazy. heh.), target, where i got a shoe-support thingy (i have a wonky foot--it's a genetical thing, my brother, mom and me all walk a bit odd with one of our feet, like a little twisted, which causes aches and ill balance and whatnot) that i promptly forgot in angela's car..
..had lunch at a pizza place that has the best eggplant parmigiana subs i have ever had--the eggplant is not breaded, it's dipped in eggwhite, i think, and fried, making it a lot less fat-drippy and slimy and simply.. simply wonderful!-- i dragged my fresh laundry onto a bus to go back to my dorm. i needed to make it for french class.
no sooner had i settled down (with my considerable amount of laundry bags) than i heard a voice from the back.. "carol? Carol?? Carol!" ..
obviously i ignored it initially, but then i heard whoever it was get up and move forward and i figured somebody was mistaking me for a "carol".. and he tapped me on the shoulder and it was button-guy (creep half-way down called john)..
i was sooo vague. i hope.
"hi?"
"hi, i've met you before, what was your name?"
"jennie." (as a policy, i give out my first name, never last name, and i'm
always vague on where i live, and lie when asked directly [i automatically
say chapel hill], and i always say i have a boyfriend/am engaged/married
to slow people down. it's easier, and a concrete obstacle.)
"do you remember me? we've met before!"
"no, i'm sorry, i don't think so.."
"yes, we met last week on this bus!!"
"oh.. oh, okay, well, hi, nice meeting you again (i turned away after a
smile)"
"yeah.. hi.. "
and he lumbered back to his seat, then shouted "is that jennie with an ie
or a y??" .. i said "ie" and that was it.
i get this picture of him storing this information away to use in a
journal or something.
"Dear diary, I met the button girl on the bus again! Her name is Jennie. I thought it was Carol, but it was Jennie. She spells it with an IE, not a Y! I was going to look at her buttons again, but she didn't really seem happy to see me. I think she hates me. I hate Jennie. She is mean.
I just wanted to look at her buttons, again. They are so pretty. Damn her. I thought we had something. She pretended she didn't know me, too. Bitch! I HATE HER!!! IF I EVER SEE HER AGAIN, I'LL TELL HER SO! BITCH!!!! See if I talk to her again. I'll ignore her next time and let her suffer and think about what she did. Also, I had broccoli with my lunch today. I don't like broccoli very much. Bye!--John"
..okay. i guess that's really not fair, considering i just devoted an entry in MY journal about him. he might be a perfectly nice guy. that's okay. he needs to just not talk to me anymore.
because of all my recent bus calamities, i've finally decided to try and speak swedish at a creep in the future.. (i know they're not all creeps, but it's easier to label them that way to me) i'd just like to see the reaction.
i mean, i would be friendly, but persistently chatter at them in swedish, and then say "no englis, sorry" in a heavy accent every now and then..
sigh. allright. i really had nothing else to say. way to drag out a minute-long, insignificant event, eh? cin cin! �� 10:28 p.m.
