22 November 2010

Weekend Ramblings

It was Saturday evening, and I was tired. We had been running errands for hours in the drizzly cold and I looked and felt like crap. But, of course, on our way home, L wanted to make one.last. stop.

Bed Bath and Beyond. L's favorite store ever. That's all I really need to say about that.

I like Bed Bath and Beyond. I do. But there is so much shit crammed into that place, it's kinda...overwhelming, to say the least. It's also a black hole of money wasting products. A special applicator that applies lotion to the hard-to-reach spots on your back? I'm not joking. If that tickles your fancy, they actually sell them there.

Anyway, the place was mobbed, but I was excited because I found a nail polish color I had been looking for for months. Score! L didn't find what he was originally looking for, so I got in the twenty five mile long line and waited to purchase my one teeny tiny bottle of nail polish (armed with my 20% off coupon, of course). I was in line directly behind a family that was dressed to go to a black tie wedding. I'm talking ballgown, jewels, husband in tux, the whole nine yards. The wife kept trying to be the center of attention by prancing around, talking loudly, and swishing her clip-on hair side to side. Whoppedeedoo for you, lady. Congratulations, you're the belle of the Bed Bath and Beyond ball.

Did I mention I wasn't in the mood?

After the family was done buying a wedding card and a $30 gift card (I really hope that wasn't their whole wedding present), I got to the register and the checkout person was a dude I went to high school with.

Oh, frick.

I thought he looked familiar, but wasn't going to say anything, because I'm chicken shit. But, of course, he recognized me.

Busted.

We chatted for a quick minute, because there was a mob of thousands of heated customers waiting to melt me with their death stare if I caused any sort of hold up at the register.

Apparently, I look exactly the same as I did in high school. He, on the other hand, looked like he was about forty five years old. It was strange, and I couldn't wait to get out of there with my teeny tiny bottle of nail polish and go hide in my car.

Why do the strangest things happen when you look and feel like crap? You run into random people. It feels like everyone has been put on this earth to piss you off. Murphy's Law is in full effect.

Life is weird like that.

L and I spent the rest of the weekend nesting. Our condo is finally starting to feel like a home, as opposed to a frat house. We've only lived here for three years or so.

How was your weekend?


5 comments:

  1. I don't know if it's murphy's law, but there is definitely some karma or laws of attraction or something that the worse I look, the more likely I run into someone. (And the worse I look, the more likely it's someone I don't want to see me looking like that.)

    I'm good at the duck and run down the other aisle thing, but there's not much you can do when the person you know is behind you in the line at starbucks, or the cashier at the store!

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  2. Yeah I definitely run into the most people when I'm wearing my rainbow reindeer PJ pants from Old Navy (I know, I know, they're PJ pants, not going-out pants). And I'm a chicken as well and hide in plain sight until they say hi to me. Gah.

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  3. Ahh awkward encounters with old friends. At least the long line limited any talking.

    We're starting to feel settled too after 7 months here! Now if other things could be settled for me :(

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  4. OMG I went to BB&B a couple weeks ago and a guy I knew from Jr High was working there. It was the awkward encounter because we both pretended not to know each other the WHOLE time, while they tried for 15 minutes to get my coupons to apply to my old receipt. (You know b/c you can take an old receipt back with a new coupon if you didn't have one the first time you went). I looked like the biggest cheep a$$ with all my coupons and my month old receipt.
    As we were walking to the car J said, "Well that was awkward, but at least we got our $12." haha
    Anyway, I feel your pain.

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  5. This is why I never leave the house without looking like I'm going to a job interview, no kidding. Because every.single.time I run out for something for two blasted seconds looking like ran over crap, I see someone (that I hate, usually) and vow to never do it again. I keep this up for about six months and then slip up and see an ex while out and vow to never do it again! Repeat, etc.

    Thank you for your comment on my blog. It's good to know that people can relate. Nothing feels quite so lonely as your baby factory being hit by a wrecking ball right as everyone you know is spitting them out.

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