Archive for April 17th, 2008

3:30 p.m.

Fer,

So I’m standing in a certain part of a certain part of the place where I work, Tourist Attraction, right? And thank God I brought a pen, ‘cuz I scrawled the following interactions, and it kept me sane for twenty-five minutes…and giggling through the DOLPHIN SHOW.

Staff looks lonely yet helpful.

Guy: Sooo…are there shows here?

Me: Yes, sir, the next marine mammal presentation will be three-thirty.

Guy: What about the dolphin show?

Me: They are synonymous.

Girl, who’s obviously consulted other staff before stumbling upon me: What time’s the show? Three-thirty, right?

Me: Three-thirty.

Staff member watches guest mouth the words ‘three-thirty’ as she says them. Tries not to turn and walk away.

Random dude with a couple tots and a mate: When’s the next show?

Me: Three-thirty.

Dude: Three-thirty?

We’ve just met. Would I lie to you?

Me: Yes, sir. Three-thirty.

Of today. P.M. Like, soon.

Dude: What time zit now?

Me: I believe it’s around two-thirty.

Really smart dude: So, bout nower?

Last time I checked the distance between 2:30 and 3:30 equaled ’bout nower’ in the universe.

Me: Yes, sir.

Really Curious Guest: How much water’s in here?

Me: Two million gallons; a lot, huh? And it’s 31 feet deep!

RCG: Huh. Wow. Time’s the next show?

Woman with power stroller and one who walks and talks: I don’t know, honey, ask this young man.

Jesus, not again. Fuck my barber. At least she called me ‘young.’ 

Me: The next dolphin show is at 3:30, mister, so you’d better get your seat!

English woman with charming accent, who’s obviously read her map: Excuse me, but where are the dolphins fed?

Me, taken aback at her preparedness: Where? Dolphins? Wha?

EW: They’re fed at 3:30. I just wanted to know where.

Leave it to foreign visitors to actually translate the map. And hold it right-side-up and stuff.

Beautiful, wonderful guest: Dolphins?

Me: Yes, sir, they’re behind you. In the two-million gallon habitat.

You know, the sparkly pool your child keeps leaning over.

 BWG: They’re in there?

No, they’re up your butt five miles south. Stay for the show. If you would, please.

Me: Yes, sir, they are currently located in their habitat.

Since 1991, buddy.

Yucky man from Kansas or Iowa: Show?

Yes, sir, show you what? Is this what we’ve been reduced to? Confining whole sentences into one word while you chew your popcorn at me, and I don’t even know how you got that down here fyi. There’s no food or drink on the walkway, you know.

Me: The last dolphin show of the day is at three-thirty. Get ready!

Breezy young female on a date: Exxxcuuuuse me, miss?

Me: Three-thirty.

BYF: Wow, how’d you know what I was going to ask?!

Thanks for listening. I love you.

Britto

 

 

 

Pic of the day…not exactly today.

Kiley, Easter 2008

***SIGH*** a good one

Can you hear that whooshing sound??!?!  That’s the biggest sigh of relief that I’ve let out in ages. 

  • Order shower cake CHECK (pickup Saturday morning)
  • Find outfit for bachelorette party CHECK
  • Find outfit for bridal shower CHECK (see here with navy cardigan and red peep-toe flats)
  • Buy gifts for bride/groom mothers CHECK

All of that AND I picked up Kiley’s track spikes and new running shoes to boot!  Ok, this wedding thing is feeling a lot more doable. 

Brenna is going to poop her pants when she sees the credit card bill. 

How are you?  How is Steph? 

I’ve added your postcard to it’s matching one at work.  Melinda has named the middle guy Juan Valdez.  The skinny one is Rico and the other is crazy Uncle Marty.

This post is weird and a little disconnected, but I’m leaving it.  I’m feeling too good to stress over word flow.  Feel free to correct any punctuation issues.

peace, love and boxed wine – fer