My day was non-stop, action-packed hell from the second I pulled out onto Sunset Blvd, so I have been feeling stabby all day long. Like, seriously stabby, as in "the next person who comes into this office and asks me for something is getting a fork in the eye." I knit for an hour, then drove to Ralphs and indulged in a gigantic salad with lots of crunchy vegetables in it. I feel much better now.
Here are two funny conversations that went a long way in improving my day:
Scene: Crabby woman is answering phones at the receptionist desk. Heterosexual male employee comes traipsing into the lobby singing.
Ken: "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and fun..."
Me: "Those aren't the lyrics."
Ken: "I didn't want to say I feel gay."
Me: "yeah, 'cause singing 'I feel pretty' doesn't already say that."
Scene: Group of employees standing around pouring Nestea drink mix packets into bottles of water.
Christina (to young male co-worker): "Careful! Once you get the tip wet, you'll never be able to pull it out."
Gales of laughter ensued, followed by "ain't that the truth."