Monika and I went Christmas shopping today. Actually, it was more like "shopping" and not "christmas shopping" because we didn't end up buying things for anyone but ourselves (it's not our fault, there were just too many pretty things out there!!), but that selfish feat is a tale for another day. The denseness is what you are reading this for.
At a clothing store on Queen Street, Mon found some tops that she wanted to try out. So while I waiting around for her, this cute, gothy girl in a pinstripped outfit, who worked at the store, came over to talk with me.
She saw my Silversnail bag, and in an excited voice said "Silversnail! What did you get?", I was a little startled by her, but then answered that I just picked up some toys and books for my self. She exclaimed "OHH LETS SEE THEM!!" in an even more excited voice than before.
So I took out the toys and passed them to her, she examined them, commented that they were cool and passed them back to me. I then gave her the book I had picked up (Vinyl Will Kill: An Inside Look At The Designer Toy Pheomenon), she looked at it attentively and asked what it was about. I explained that it was about "these designer vinyl toys made by some artists". She said "ohh ya, I think I read something about them in a magazine", I told her they had been featured in a story in Wired a few months back, she then said something like "ya maybe that's where". So I continued to regale her with the nitty-gritty of these vinyl toys, and their exotic origins in Hong Kong. She payed close attention to my fascinating description of the toys, and then gave me the book back.
Monika then came by with her clothes, we walked over to the counter, she payed for them and we left.
Later on while waiting at Tortilla Flats, Mon says to me "That was smooth. Talking to that girl about the stuff you got from Silversnail". I replied with "Ooh no she asked me about them", in a sort of "No no, I wasn't being a nerd, she brought it up" tone of voice.
As I said that though, I realized what she was saying. I nodded in agreement and said "yep I'm an idiot".
You see I was so dense that I had not noticed what the girl at the store was doing. I walked out of there without asking for her number, her name, or even saying goodbye. For you see I am dense man. All behold my glory! Denser than osmium, is what the village kids shout.
At a clothing store on Queen Street, Mon found some tops that she wanted to try out. So while I waiting around for her, this cute, gothy girl in a pinstripped outfit, who worked at the store, came over to talk with me.
She saw my Silversnail bag, and in an excited voice said "Silversnail! What did you get?", I was a little startled by her, but then answered that I just picked up some toys and books for my self. She exclaimed "OHH LETS SEE THEM!!" in an even more excited voice than before.
So I took out the toys and passed them to her, she examined them, commented that they were cool and passed them back to me. I then gave her the book I had picked up (Vinyl Will Kill: An Inside Look At The Designer Toy Pheomenon), she looked at it attentively and asked what it was about. I explained that it was about "these designer vinyl toys made by some artists". She said "ohh ya, I think I read something about them in a magazine", I told her they had been featured in a story in Wired a few months back, she then said something like "ya maybe that's where". So I continued to regale her with the nitty-gritty of these vinyl toys, and their exotic origins in Hong Kong. She payed close attention to my fascinating description of the toys, and then gave me the book back.
Monika then came by with her clothes, we walked over to the counter, she payed for them and we left.
Later on while waiting at Tortilla Flats, Mon says to me "That was smooth. Talking to that girl about the stuff you got from Silversnail". I replied with "Ooh no she asked me about them", in a sort of "No no, I wasn't being a nerd, she brought it up" tone of voice.
As I said that though, I realized what she was saying. I nodded in agreement and said "yep I'm an idiot".
You see I was so dense that I had not noticed what the girl at the store was doing. I walked out of there without asking for her number, her name, or even saying goodbye. For you see I am dense man. All behold my glory! Denser than osmium, is what the village kids shout.
"A kitty cat get past me,
Without me picking it up,
Petting it, teasing it,
Taking home and pleasing it"