Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I'm nice like that . . . sometimes

So I'm kind of in the middle of an important decision about which book to read next and then suddenly I get informed that there are some people who have come to see me. I wonderd who they were because usually people are polite and well mannered enough to call before coming to see me. This way I can make an excuse to not meet the people I don't want to. Nothing personal, but I just don't like to meet people who just love having the same conversation over and over again. I mean, college and school were a few years ago, get over it and learn to talk about books, music and politics. That is why it's important to screen your visitors.

Anyway, I go to receive these people and I am surprised to see them. Because I don't remember who they are and what connection I have to them. And the worse thing is, they are very happy to see me. Then in my mind, I eliminate various possiblities about their identity. First, I rule out the possibility of them being my cousins. Clearly, these people look like they survive on two meals a day, so I cannot be related to them and even if I was, they wouldn't be happy to see me at all. So then I think that they must be from my ex-workplace. Because I remember I used to ignore most of the people there under the pretense of "working". And I used to avoid going to office parties by telling them I use my off time helping orphans. Helping how, you ask? Well by having all the vodka I can get my hands on so that there is none left for the kids. I'm nice like that, sometimes.

Moving on, I'm thinking that either they are from my school or college, albeit from the section of those people that I ignored. Which could a lot of people. Or maybe they are printer salesmen? Who the fuck knows? So I thought I'll find out.

While I'm thinking and trying to figure out their identity, those two people extend their hand, which after pondering about it for two minutes, I shake. Then, they proceeded to talk to me as if they were good friends with me. I am really surprised because I don't think I know them from Adam. I take out my phone and send a text to my brother and Dad to keep an ear open in case they hear me shouting for assistance. Not that I would need any, these people look like I could take them both and still have one hand free for eating ice cream, but people have all sorts of weapons these days.

Anyways, they tell me some story of being our neighbors once upon a time and me playing with them when I was a kid and teaching them english and about rolling their r's or something. Sounds like me. Though I wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying because I was appaled by the shirt one of them was wearing. It clearly looked like it was made from three other shirts and some leftover tablecloth. Anyways, I don't judge people like that, so I tried to make conversation. Maybe they wanted money? Anyways, one of them told me about his sister's wedding. Since I assumed both of them were brothers, as they had the whole "I-need-a-job" look going on, I congratulated both of them. I'm nice like that, sometimes. Turns out they were just friends. Doesn't matter, no harm, no foul.

Anyway, they wanted to inquire about one of the people who I supposedly worked with. I told them I really don't know much about 95% of the people I worked with, except maybe rating them on the bad emails they write. I also add that if he still works at my ex-workplace even after 4 years, he must be either very patient or have no talent whatsoever. I also told them that they could've just called me and asked me all this and that there was no need to come so far (I assumed they live somehwere far off, I didn't bother to ask where). Then they asked for my number and I think I gave them one of my out-of-work numbers because I really don't want to be their friend. Nothing personal, but I just don't see ourselves having anything in common to talk about. I mean, clearly they don't have time to read books or watch and understand Boston Legal.

And as I always do, I took the opportunity to educate them on calling beforehand when coming to meet someone. Just dropped a hint or two, nothing major. As I said, I'm nice like that sometimes.

13 comments:

pepe M. said...

i dunno why im laughing my heart out with this entry instead of getting scared...gosh yur like my prof in physics 101!!! gud thing im cute :) and i still love you :)

hugs whippy

unsungpsalm said...

Yes yes, you're very nice sometimes.

I like knowing you virtually. I'd probably hate knowing you in real life!

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

pepe: awww ... peps ... don't be scared of me .. i don't bite ... at least most of the time anyway... i'm nice like that, sometimes ... love ya too babe, hugs ...

usp: .. well there's a whole club of people who hate me .. they all meet on saturday night over patties and kesar milk ... maybe you could join them ... i love being the reason for people to come together ... i'm nice like that, sometimes

unsungpsalm said...

Patties? Heavens No! I'm completely off fried foods!

bloggingknight said...

YOu know what Ram, you are impossible. More i know, more you become so unpredictable.

BTW You are nice, very nice indeed. :P

chandni said...

*giggles*

more at the comments than the post! :D

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

usp: maybe on a day when the weather is good I'll introduce you too my best friends, Mr Sarcasm, Mr Irony and Ms. Satire.

dk: Ram?? Isn't that a God's name?? Though we need to be worshiped and offered money & gifts, we are not God. At least not until 2049. That's the plan. Ooops ... I've said too much now. Abort. Remember, you didn't hear it from me.

chandni: *high five*

Swats said...

I don't entertain ppl I'm not comfortable with or those who don't match my wavelength hehe

even i have ignored so many ppl under d pretext of being busy or whtever..at work, wen i was working full time, i always kept to myself..but subtle hints dont work..sum morons dont get it..

btw u write realy well :)

palomino said...

hi! me thinks ur blogs nice!

unsungpsalm said...

@Ramby
Can I bring my aunt, Mrs. Intended Ignorance, with me? On the fine-weather day, of course...

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

swats: thanks ... some people don't get subtle hints .. for them we need to employ aggressive tactics!!

palomino: thank you ... hope u enjoy ur stay here then ...

usp: Of course, then I have to bring my Uncle Mr Ha-Ha Gotcha-Sucker along. I'm nice like that, sometimes.

closetalk said...

wowee... i'm sprised u just didnt ask them flat out who they were, and wat they were doing there....! i think ure MUCH too nice for yer own good, whippy! :)

Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

i know ct!! next time, i'll talk to such people through the intercom. I'm nice like that, sometimes.