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Apr. 22nd, 2016 05:31 pmI have had the weirdest afternoon ever.
I stopped by the bank after work to drop off a check -- it was a ten thousand dollar check from my parents, which had to be put in my name so I can use it as a down payment when I'm ready to buy a home, and that's weird enough. But then I got to chatting with the banker while he was setting up my new savings account and I think he propositioned me? We were talking about living in the area and about the burger bar near my apartment, which has terrible service but really good burgers, and at the end after I'd deposited my check he shook my hand for an awkwardly long time and was like "Maybe my wife and I will see you at the burger bar sometime, we're there most Thursday nights."
I can't tell if that was just an oddly-framed "have a nice day" or if I got invited to a hamburger-oriented threesome. I'm not really down for threesomes but if I were, hamburgers-first would be a good way to get me on board, kudos to him for a keen sense of strategy.
After the bank I walked down to the corner to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy and I thought I'd spend the last of a Dunkin Donuts giftcard on a VICTORY DOUGHNUT, given I'm one step closer to the terrifying spectre of home ownership. When I got up to the window I ordered a cruller and a double-chocolate, which would just about empty out the giftcard's remaining balance and leave me a doughnut to spare for breakfast tomorrow, and the guy behind the cash register said "HEY. I LIKE YOUR HAIR. YOU GET AN EXTRA CRULLER!"
Have I suddenly developed a powerful animal magnetism? About goddamn time, really.
I realize that probably this was more a case of "any excuse to get rid of these extra crullers at 5pm" but still.
Stale Dunkin Donuts crullers are my jam, actually, so tomorrow morning's already looking up.
I stopped by the bank after work to drop off a check -- it was a ten thousand dollar check from my parents, which had to be put in my name so I can use it as a down payment when I'm ready to buy a home, and that's weird enough. But then I got to chatting with the banker while he was setting up my new savings account and I think he propositioned me? We were talking about living in the area and about the burger bar near my apartment, which has terrible service but really good burgers, and at the end after I'd deposited my check he shook my hand for an awkwardly long time and was like "Maybe my wife and I will see you at the burger bar sometime, we're there most Thursday nights."
I can't tell if that was just an oddly-framed "have a nice day" or if I got invited to a hamburger-oriented threesome. I'm not really down for threesomes but if I were, hamburgers-first would be a good way to get me on board, kudos to him for a keen sense of strategy.
After the bank I walked down to the corner to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy and I thought I'd spend the last of a Dunkin Donuts giftcard on a VICTORY DOUGHNUT, given I'm one step closer to the terrifying spectre of home ownership. When I got up to the window I ordered a cruller and a double-chocolate, which would just about empty out the giftcard's remaining balance and leave me a doughnut to spare for breakfast tomorrow, and the guy behind the cash register said "HEY. I LIKE YOUR HAIR. YOU GET AN EXTRA CRULLER!"
Have I suddenly developed a powerful animal magnetism? About goddamn time, really.
I realize that probably this was more a case of "any excuse to get rid of these extra crullers at 5pm" but still.
Stale Dunkin Donuts crullers are my jam, actually, so tomorrow morning's already looking up.
