| Happily married |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|09:47 pm] |
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Today Ray called me and asked if I could come in to Saratoga High to direct traffic, since the parking lot was closed for repaving. I arrived and began telling parents and the like to go elsewhere to park, while the Mexicans with their power machines blew dirt and crap all over my face and made my eyes sad.
As I sat out there, this guy in a car pulls up, late 20s-mid 30s, looks a bit like a washed-out punk rocker with a receding hairline and what will be a happy little potbelly. And the conversation following was weird:
Creepy Guy: Hey uh, is that your real job?
Me: *thinking that he asked me if I was being paid or just doing it for the heck of it* Uhhh yes?
CG: How did you land a job like that?
Me: Oh, no, I teach swimming but they put me out here today to direct traffic.
CG: Oh. ... So, are you married?
Me: o_0 *urk* No...
CG: Got a boyfriend?
Me: *clings onto this idea* Yes! Yes I do. At school.
CG: Oh. Well tell him he's one lucky guy.
Me: *nervous chuckling*
CG: What's your name?
Me: Uh, *frantically rummages in brain for fake name* Cat. *dammit, out of all of the trashy romance books you read and you can't come up with one realistic-yet-too-sexy-for-you name?*
CG: Uh huh, what's that short for? Caitlyn?
Me: Er. Catherine.
CG: Okay well, are you guys going to get married?
Me: *wtf* No...we're a bit too young for that.
CG: I see. Well, I guess there's not much of a point in carrying on this conversation now, is there?
Me: No, sorry. I'm flattered, but no.
CG: Okay. Have a good day!
And all the while I was mentally kicking myself for not coming up with a crazy story, like saying that I was happily married at the ripe old age of 42 with three kids, two dogs, and a cat (I just take good care of my health), or that I was a secret agent who took a vow of celibacy, or that I'm actually a man in drag. It was still bizarre though. I spent a good few minutes laughing at it after he took off.
In other news, I am so diggity proud of myself. Yesterday's killer main set consisted of 3 rounds of a 400 on a 1:15 base, 300 on 1:20 base, 200 on 1:25 base, and 100 on 2:10. I actually made everything except for stopping once in the middle of the first 300 because my back was killing me. *squeek* I CAN DO A 400 ON 1:15!!! It was amazing. I feel good. Sore, but good. God how I love chlorine filling my sinuses. |
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Those guys are funny. You've got to have a good fake name prepared though! I've got two, Roxy and Zoe. ; ) | |
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