Why is the Wal-mart Guy wearing a Papa John's T-shirt?
This is just to show you what a scatterbrain I am.I came home really late one night from Austin, and being the procrastinator that I am, had a but-load of homework due the next day. Called up my study-buddy Cris to go with me to the library, around midnight. Before that though, of course, we had to go to Wal-mart to stock up on snacks for an all-nighter...oh, I mean, buy data migration software.
Cris just recieved a fully-loaded (I'm talking about crazy-out-of-this-world specs, Microsoft Small Business Software, with Windows XP Media Center Addition, Pentium figgin' "M" Processor at 2GHZ, etc.) Inspiron 9300 notebook from Dell, and needed to transfer all data from the old pc to the notebook. So I recommended purchasing the Dhetto Intellimover or Norton Ghost or some PC replacement Suite. So off we went to Wal-mart.
Because I am such a "guy" on the inside-and because I work at Dell and think I know everything-I refused to ask for help to find the data migration software. But we kept looking and looking and looking and still no Dhetto Intellimover. Boo. Daaaaaangit!
I told Cris, "Okay, screw it. Let's just find someone to help us out." We kept walking around and scouting the electronic section...when suddenly, I saw the Wal-mart guy. Blessings! Blessings! Showers of Blessings!
By this point, I just wanted to get the "hay'l" out of Wal-mart so I could get a fraction of my homework done before sunrise. I was so excited to see my Wal-mart helper (or what I thought was the Wal-mart helper) in the distance.
I met up with him, Cris following close behind, while he was reviewing the DVDS. "Um, sir! Can you like totally help us find like software to like, uh, transfer data, you know?" (Or at least, that's prolly how I sounded to the guy--like a total A$$, excuse my french).
Then the Wal-mart guy gave what was the most ambivalent expression ever known to man. So incredibly ambivalent, that the ambivalentosity of the expression ambivalized my ambivalentious feelings about what had ambivalentously just occurred.
ahhhhwk-ward.
"Uuuughhhhh, I dunno, I du-uh-no [kind of in a stuttering-bewildered manner]," the Wal-mart guy said.
But why would he not know, if he works here, you know? I looked him up and down (not in a nasty way, but in a like 'you-wierdo' type way, finally noting that he was wearing an employee t-shirt...but not a Wal-mart T-shirt). Hmm, a Papa John's T-shirt? Even wearing a Papa John's employee name tag? Why?
"Wait a second," I thought to myself, "Why is the Wal-mart guy wearing a Papa John's T-shirt?"
"S#$T, Becca! That guy doesn't work here, hehehehehehe," cris said, and off we went power walking as fast as we could to get out of the aisle, out of his sight, and out of the blasted-scatterbrainedness that I had just committed. I don't know if I felt more guilty about mistaking him for an employee, or for running off like a dog with it's tail between it's legs without explaining myself.
I felt horrible. What an Idiot! Stoo-pit! Stoo-pit! Stoo-pit! You see, I do stuff like this all the time! I think before I speak, absolute diarrhea-of-the-mouth syndrome, yo. I am twenty-years old, you would think that I would have learned by now.
posted by Becca @ 6:21 PM
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