So, to continue the series of "Why I am afraid to live in Irvine"-themed blogs I will mention something that surprised me tonight. As I am walking down my friend Deannie's driveway after watching yet another exhilerating episode of 24 at her house I hear voices. The voices of two males. I strain my eyes to look all the way down to the other end of the block where I see two dark figures in the shadows-- and I suddenly feel very afraid for my life. The funny thing about me fearing for my life is that these boys are on scooters. Even once I realized that these boys are on scooters I still felt the need to power walk to my car. Just as I was getting into my car the two boys on scooters rode right past my closing car door and, instinctively, I locked my car door.
I can't really explain why I felt so afraid... I know, I know. I'm lame.
On a brighter note, I finished Shopoholic Ties the Knot, baked brownies, watched Aquamarine in its entirity, and edited lots and lots of really perfect photos for a project which I feel the need to keep under wraps for the time being.
With love ♥
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Fearing for my life.
Only sort of fearing for my life actually...
You see, I worked take-out tonight at work (did a pretty darn good job of it if I do say so myself!) and I had the unhappy job of telling this eager-to-order woman that she could not place a take-out order, as it was 9:11 and we closed at 9. She said "It's 9 right now."
To which I said, "Actually, it's 9:11. I'm really sorry about that."
To which she said, "Are you serious?!?!"
To which I said, "Yes, I'm really sorry. Our kitchen closes at 9 o'clock on Sundays."
After which she turned on her heels and stomped out of the restaurant saying "Ugh!"
Too bad I'll probably get in trouble for this. I always seem to be the one put in the uncomfortable situation where I have to break bad news to a could-be patron.
That's pretty much the extent of my day's excitement. I'm going to go read and go to bed. No school tomorrow! Hooray!
You see, I worked take-out tonight at work (did a pretty darn good job of it if I do say so myself!) and I had the unhappy job of telling this eager-to-order woman that she could not place a take-out order, as it was 9:11 and we closed at 9. She said "It's 9 right now."
To which I said, "Actually, it's 9:11. I'm really sorry about that."
To which she said, "Are you serious?!?!"
To which I said, "Yes, I'm really sorry. Our kitchen closes at 9 o'clock on Sundays."
After which she turned on her heels and stomped out of the restaurant saying "Ugh!"
Too bad I'll probably get in trouble for this. I always seem to be the one put in the uncomfortable situation where I have to break bad news to a could-be patron.
That's pretty much the extent of my day's excitement. I'm going to go read and go to bed. No school tomorrow! Hooray!
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