Attending a work-related function and bumping into your ex-girlfriend’s mother.

Yes, I was at the Goddard event last night that I mentioned in Worship Him. I had forgotten that her mother works out there. Anyway, I was helping to stuff bags and I hear this woman say to me, “How did you get roped into doing this?”

What am I supposed to say to my ex’s mother? My ex, I might add, who I put up with for 3 long, grueling years. My ex, I might add, who had no love for me and treated me like dirt. I really wanted to say, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but what the fuck could you possibly think I have to say to you after your daughter hasn’t talked to me for 9 months? Do you really think I want to stand here and make small talk with you?”

Fortunately, I was saved by the fact that I was busy doing work. I was very cordial, and all I said was, “Hey, good to see you. This counts as other duties as assigned, so I’m pitching in to help.”

And I promptly walked away and avoided her the rest of the evening.

Now, I have to give her credit for being friendly and talking to me in the first place, but did she really think I was going to want to talk to her?

Windstorm once told me that I had a nice voice. I assumed that this was merely lip service, but she said that her mother also believed this to be true. I was flattered, and appreciated the compliment.

Today, I was speaking to a customer service representative with Diet to Go.. I was calling to see if I could use the coupon that they had sent me in an email circular. I have dealt with this woman in the past, and whenever I have customer service issues, I speak directly with her. She is very nice and seems to work hard to ensure customer satisfaction. Unfortunately, she struggles a bit with the English language, and has an extremely thick accent (I believe it is an Hispanic accent).

As she was looking up the information on her computer to see if I qualified for the coupon, she asked me to verify my address, which I did. Then she asked me my age. I assumed this was also part of the verification process, so I told her my age. She sort of giggled and said, “oh, I was just wondering because you have a really nice voice.”

Was the customer service chick flirting? I think so. I was flattered, shocked, and thrown a bit off balance. I finally stammered, “ummm, well, thank you. That is very nice of you to say.”

She has my home address and phone number…I wonder if she will show up at my door?

I woke up on Saturday, and after (carefully) showering, I removed the old Band-Aids, cleaned the wounds with my hydrogen peroxide, and then got a good look at the new me. It’s actually kind of hard to see anything different, since there are sutures where the moles used to be, so there is still something holding their former place. I did notice a big concave area on my nose where the mole used to be. My dad says that it will fill itself in, but I told my older sister I may need to use putty to fill it in for her wedding pictures.

I laid pretty low Saturday. I went to McDonald's for lunch and then, since I was in the car anyway, headed up to Arundel Mills Mall. I was 2 hours too early for a movie, but bought a ticket for National Treasure anyway and walked around the mall. The movie was exactly what I expected, so it was quite enjoyable. The only problem was the guy sitting next to me with his grandson. I was terrified that the kid would be annoying, but it turned out the kid was riveted to the screen; it was the old man who fell asleep during the previews and didn’t wake up until about ½ way through the show. He was snoring!

On my way home, I called Windstorm, with whom I had already made plans to go out to eat. She said that she was too tired and wanted to sleep, so I called the ‘rents to see what they were doing for dinner, but my mom said that they had already finished eating left-overs. Then I called Windstorm back to talk her into going to dinner with me as we had planned, but she was on the other line making plans with other friends (typical). So, while I would normally be mad at her for standing me up when we had already made plans, I was OK with it for 2 reasons: 1) we went out to dinner a few weeks ago when she was here, and she hasn’t seen those people in a very long time, and 2) I really wasn’t in the mood to be social anyway. But I still gave her a hard time, so I’m sure she thinks that I’m mad at her about it, and I’m really not; I think that we both made the right choice and it’s all good. Actually, she didn’t get home until after 2 am, so I know I made the right choice. I got some Chinese carry-out (Beef Chow Foon), went home, and watched British comedy on Maryland Public Television until I fell asleep.

I know that my blog has become something of a big deal. Folks are now begging to be on it. Windstorm was bitching that she is never mentioned on my blog, and now the Hispanic Girl and the Crane Queen were whining that they have not been mentioned enough. They seem to feel that since I eat lunch with them most everyday, that that means that they should be talked about and discussed on my blog. Well, I suppose that that might be true, so here is my first entry that talks about the Crane Queen, and the second to mention the Hispanic Girl.

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I have now officially mentioned you 100 times on my blog, which means I have mentioned you more than anyone else, and now you have no excuse not to read my blog regularly!