Hello, Public!
Here’s one for you since I’ve been out of commission with finals.
A few days ago my boyfriend Zack and I were enjoying an evening of football and card games at Applebee’s. We were soaking up the time we had with a rapidly approaching busy week, rocking out to a combination of songs like “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” and lame Christmas tunes that never leave you feeling proud of the artist performing them.
After numerous games of schooling Zack at cards, we decided to take off, giggling our way to the door over clever ideas we had about teasing some of our friends. Hilarious hypothetical scenarios of no importance tumbled from our lips, and we were gleefully and probably too loudly consumed in our own world until we hear a voice.
“Excuse me? Excuse me!” It grew in demanding irritation until we finally peered around the corner to find a complete stranger sitting with his arm around who could’ve only been his girlfriend, or soon-to-be girlfriend. He got our attention and we gazed at him with no earthly knowledge of what he could want from us, pausing for an explanation.
“Hey, were you talking about us?” he said, as though we had actually noticed them sitting there. Hardly able to comprehend what he was driving at, Zack replies with a confused, “Uh, no.”
The skinny young man’s frame bristled into a challenging motion of a presumptuous nature, and the woman next to him offered no kindness to counter the rudeness of her companion.
“Okay, man, I was just asking, because we thought you were talking about us!” he continued.
By now, Zack was mounting in excitement and the many buttons this edgy individual offered for him to push, and said in continued bewilderment, “No… we were talking about some friends of ours.”
Button Man wouldn’t give up. “Yeah! Okay, man, I was just asking! Cuz, whatever!” I think he threw another threatening “Yeah!” in there for effect. Too bad I could’ve taken him.
“Okay…? Weird, man” was Zack’s glorious response, that struck a cord in me, and in the delightful awkwardness of the moment, I quickly rushed outside so as not to laugh in their face. My boyfriend wandered out after me with a dazed countenance as I burst forth in roaring glee, reveling in what just happened as we took our leave.
The moral of the story? finding yourself in unjustly awkward situations is fun. I hope you all get the chance to experience the same.
