allow myself to introduce…
i met someone new recently. this doesn’t happen to me very often, as you all know, since i’m a creature of habit and i like all my old friends just fine. but i met floodtide through seastreet and while his living in Utah and being a busy actor over there prevents us from getting together and having hours of conversation over coffee somewhere in tribeca, we have been exchanging plenty emails and just talking about everything under the sun. Many a time in the past few weeks, he has been able to pull out just the right thing to say to get me to square my shoulders and smile.
so this is just a little mini-homage. thanks, you. you win the Cool New Friend prize for the month.
cheers,
k
and furthermore… some hilarity.
I answered the phone a few minutes ago here at work to encounter this conversation:
me: [insert name of Magazine-of-Employment here] -
him (french accent): excuse me, what time do you close?
me (stammering): close? we don’t really close, we just go home. can i help you?
him: but what time do the doors close?
me: we don’t have “doors”. is there someone specific you’re trying to see?
him: i want to buy some stuff for my kids. that’s all.
me: your kids? i’m sorry, what are you trying to buy?
him: you know, shirts, pants…
me: are you trying to call a clothing store?
him: isn’t this [mumble mumble] store?
me: no. this is _______. we’re a magazine.
him: a magazine?
me: yes. i think you have the wrong number.
him: sorry.
for some reason, the whole staff was standing somewhere nearby while this ridiculously inane conversation was happening. we all thought it was hilariously funny.
cheers,
k