June 02, 2009

i win at flirting. inadvertent flirting, anyway.

this morning as i was driving to work, the guy in the car next to me caught my eye and gave me a familiar little grin and wave. it was very much a "hey, fancy seeing you here, long time no see" gesture, so my pre-coffee autopilot had me grinning back warmly with a little head nod before i knew it. as his lane slowed and i proceeded to pass him, my brain kicked into gear trying to figure out who he was. i was about a mile away from my office, headed into a large 3-hour all-hands meeting, so i figured it was one of the guys i work with regularly, but one who typically works remotely and not in the office. i'm pretty awful with names and faces, so this was a highly probable guess.

as i continued racking my brain* to place him, i heard a car behind me gun its engine and pull level with my window again: my still-unplaced-potential coworker had pulled even with me, this time so he could wink and make a kissy face at me. oh. so, uh, not a coworker. oops.

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i brought my civic into honda last friday for its 120k mile tuneup, where they proceeded to hold it hostage for additional work until yesterday, when i was allowed to come bail it out for roughly $80 brazillion in cash and my first born child. retrieving my car was a convoluted process wherein i had to head to the metro from my house, get on for just one stop, wait at that stop for a shuttle from the dealership, and finally be delivered to my car. i had an activity that evening that required some.. um.. questionable shoes. we're basically talking stripper heels. (those of you on twitter already know what i'm talking about; those of you who aren't, i assure you it's much less exciting and/or dirty than you think.)

in any event, normally i would stash these shoes, say, in my car. except i didn't yet HAVE a car, as i was on my way to get it, and i was leaving directly from the dealership. so i shoved the heels into my purse and hoped for the best.

fast forward to me standing at the counter signing away several hundred dollars, with my purse resting on the ledge while i signed.

service rep: wow. do you always carry around shoes like that in your bag?
me: [effff.] haha. uh, no. it's sort of a long story.
service rep, to cashier behind the window: look, did you see her shoes??
cashier: no!
service rep, to me: you should show her! pull them out and give her a look!
me: [dies]

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*for any word nerds like me, who wondered about the difference and/or etymology of wrack vs. rack, check out this site that i consulted to figure out whether it should be "to wrack one's brain" or "to rack one's brain." she's a helpful lady.

20 comments:

  1. erm, I had a funny comment to leave but I totally forgot it when I saw my word verification: recar

    how perfect is that? you spent 80 bazillion dollars to recar your honda. nice.

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  2. word nerd alert! me too me too! i hate when there are TWO "acceptable" ways of spelling something though. this happened to me with supercede vs supersede. its the 21st century, we need to have decided this already.

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  3. I'm a word nerd, and I was wrong. I totally go with wrack. Because rack? That is where I hang my gun (redneck) or, y'know, "nice rack."

    Can I assume your evening included pole dancing?

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  4. Who knows... maybe it WAS a coworker. Just, the really inappropriate kind.

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  5. you DON'T make kissy faces at co-workers in DC?

    Now I have to go catch up on Twitter.

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  6. Just got your comment on my travel blog. I didn't know anyone still had it in their readers! Anyway, yay! You're still following. I'm still reading (stalking?) you too, just not commenting. Also, stripper heels but not exciting? How do I follow you on Twitter? :)

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  7. HAHA!! Well, the kissy face is the universal "see ya at the meeting", so he may be a co-worker after all.

    And yes, we would love to hear the stripper heels story.

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  8. Just say you go around carrying those shoes to smack people with when they are out of line with their comments.

    Too much?

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  9. The thing about boy is, well, ANY attention constitutes flirting. I'm pretty sure breathing counts. So, yeah, you have to be careful.

    I flirt with everyone. Inadvertently. Male, female, dog, frog, whatever. BECAUSE I'M FRIENDLY.

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  10. So for those who don't twitter (READ ME) what the heck were the stripper shoes for? S-factor class?

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  11. Alice, leaving her mark on the world, one high-heeled step at a time. Hahaha. Funny story. Both of them.

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  12. How does rack/wrack go re: testicles? I haven't checked the site yet, it just popped into my mind as I was reading.

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  13. oh you don't want to see what I have in my purse. No you don't.

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  14. Uhmm... so you forgot to mention an oh-so important detail! Was questionable coworker guy cute? I'm assuming not, since you mention nothing about writing your cell number backwards on window of your car while driving.

    Leave no stone unturned!

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  15. I totally thought it was wrack, too. And, uh, Shelly Overlook? I think that neither rack nor wrack should ever be used with the word testicles.

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  16. I'm with Raven: please don't make me Twitter just to hear that story!

    As for your first story, you are totally going to be in a "Missed connections" ad on Craig's List, you know. Better go look for it! :-)

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  17. You hussy!

    Cheating on me like that!

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  18. Awww heehee, you tease you!

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  19. hahaha! Those stories are both hilarious!

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