I can be a meany
Jul. 26th, 2005 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holyoutlawSo, way back when I was in the Fremont Arts Council, I offered to carry some stuff out to her car while she wrapped up her business with another person.
"It's in the Miata," she says, "right out front," and goes back to her business.
I step outside the door, come right back in and ask, "Which Miata?"
"The red one," she says, not looking up.
I step outside the door, come right back in and ask, "Which red Miata?"
"The one with TEAM MUIR on it," she says, giving me a squinty, steely eyed look.
I step outside the door, come right back in and ask, "Which red Miata with Team Mu--"
"Oh stop it," she says, and I decide discretion is the better part of scooting back outside.
"It's in the Miata," she says, "right out front," and goes back to her business.
I step outside the door, come right back in and ask, "Which Miata?"
"The red one," she says, not looking up.
I step outside the door, come right back in and ask, "Which red Miata?"
"The one with TEAM MUIR on it," she says, giving me a squinty, steely eyed look.
I step outside the door, come right back in and ask, "Which red Miata with Team Mu--"
"Oh stop it," she says, and I decide discretion is the better part of scooting back outside.