Rejected title: In which everyone humps the hired help
After a series of instances where nothing really went right for me today, I decided to go to the AMC for a lil bit of “Love Actually.”
I’m still undecided whether I liked it, but when (if) ever I get some spare cash, I am definitely going to get the soundtrack. Other than needing a scorecard to keep the characters/entanglements in order, it wasn’t a bad way to spend a Saturday evening. I just hated being surrounded by couples trying to catch the last matinee of the day.
The only spoilers I can remember give involve Billy Bob Thornton in a brief role as the U.S. president, Hugh Grant as England’s prime minister doing a little Tom Cruise/”Risky Business” type of dance in his home, and the storyline about the kid. That’s about it. Everyone else was trying to hump their hired help. Then there was that dork who went to America in search of beautiful women, but I am still thinking that should have been shot as a dream sequence, ’cause it didn’t sit right with me.
Speaking of mindless fun, I went to S’Bucks today for a long-awaited peppermint mocha. *aaah* And in all weirdness, when I was leaving the store, I got followed by some guy who was trying desperately to ask me out.
Long story short (yeah, right — this is me we’re talking about!), he kept yelling after me to stop and wait for him as I exited the store and decided to go window-shopping in the plaza. I figured, hell, I hadn’t taken notice of him when I breezed out with my venti cup of joy, so I kept strolling, although more quickly than usual.
I ducked into World Market and made a beeline for the back of the store. Then I got smart and realized that if I hid toward the front of the store, he might not see me (particularly where there is more clutter than you can imagine). So I take off my jacket and tie it around my waist; I push my glasses to the top of my head and, well, hope I look like a different person.
I get away with this for, like, two minutes, till someone approaches me to ask if I have change for a $50. And it’s the same voice that followed me. *Snort* I don’t have change for 50 cents right now, let alone a $50, so I said no and scooted away. So he followed me and asked the time. I, of course, can’t read my analog watch, so I said it was either 1:30 p.m. or 2:30 p.m. — take your pick. And I kept walking.
So he says something that sounds like “joomarie” and I stop in my tracks and say, ever so eloquently, “Huh?” He says it like five more times till he finally points to his ring finger. Aha. Married. I said, “Not yet,” and kept on walking.
And so he follows. He asked if I have a boyfriend. I said, “Thanks for asking!” and I literally ran to the other end of the store, where, as luck should have it, I was looking at an item and the gal standing next to me struck up a detailed conversation about the product line. *whew* No more weird guy — I had protection.
And while I am flattered somebody actually found me attractive enough to FOLLOW me for a half hour, well, I just bemoan the fact that I never meet my “type,” whatever that may be. But I’ll know it when I see it — of that, I am certain. Till then, I will remain flypaper for freaks. 😉