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i’m in ohio for my buddy’s wedding. on the way up, i had a couple of interesting conversations.

starbucks, looking at two cds, one of the police and one of bob marley. here’s how it went.

girl (starbucks employee. probably seventeen years old): that’s a really great cd.

me: which one?

girl: bob marley! well, they’re both good…i like to listen to the police sometimes, but i’m just not in that age group.

me: uh…

girl: (**awkward looking**)

me: are you saying that i’m in that age group?

girl: no.

i didn’t bother to tell her that bob marley recorded his first single when sting and his police were in grade school.

later, at mcdonald’s, ordering a delicious hamburger.

girl (mcdonald’s employee. again, about 17…maybe 15): hi. i can help you over here…i like your hat.

me: i’ll take a number– oh, thanks. i’ll take a number two with–

girl: are you sure?

me (doubting my decision): well, what should i get?

girl: a number nine. (the chicken selects)

me: nah…

girl: they’re really good chicken.

me: i just want a hamburger. so, i’ll take the number two with no pickles–

girl: are you sure?

me: yeah. pickles ruin everything they touch.

girl: yeah, i hate pickles.

me: so…i’ll take a number two with no pickles and no mustard–

girl: are you sure?

me: …

girl: because mustard is gross, and it stinks.

me: yes. it does.

i don’t really know what to make of all of this…

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