I worked a split shift today, and so during my extra long lunch break, I headed over to the local T-Mobile store because I needed a new charger cord because Nordic Boy decided to go on his latest business trip with his cord and my cord. Perhaps the separation of the two of us was just too much for him so he had to make sure our cords stayed together all week, even if we couldn’t. Cord love. So deep. Anyway. You know what? Everyone was in the T-Mobile store. Not even exaggerating. The whole entire city of Seattle was squished into this store, buying up cell phones like there was a shortage or something. It was way weird. I stood in line for like, ever, which was really insane because the store is laid out in such a way as to not have a clear space to line up and no straight pathway to create one’s own line. So we all just sort of milled around, and the salespeople would call on people like it was the Price is Right. “You! You’re next!” they would say and point at the next lucky cell phone desirer. Surprisingly, everyone (including yours truly) just accepted this method. Well, I almost accepted it. I tried to rebel at first. “YOU!” the T-Mobile lady said and pointed at me. “Um, actually, I think he was here before me,” I said, and pointed at the guy who was standing next to me. The lady did not like that I was taking back my power by pointing at someone else. The only pointers allowed were wearing T-Mobile staff lanyards and she was clearly not going to giving up her pointing power. “You!” she said again. The guy looked at me with a “go ahead, save yourself!” look and I went ahead of him. I’m not proud of it, but we were clearly the sheep and she was clearly the border collie in that situation.
Totally unrelated. (And by the way, I have to say that when I am feeling especially lazy about writing, the first thing that seems to go down the terlet is transitions between ideas. I remember taking creative writing classes in high school and college and always hearing about how important it was to master the art of transitioning from one idea to the next, and I always thought it was super over-emphasized, like sentence-diagramming. But now, I see I should have been paying more attention.)
As I was saying. Totally unrelated. (And, now that I talked about transitions, does that count as a transition? And how come every time I type the words “totally unrelated” I start parenthetical babbling?) I totally cried watching “Keeping Up With The Kardashians” this week. Can you believe that shit? It was an episode about when their dad died. I am such a sucker.
Lastly, and still unrelatedly, I find books and lists that have the words “before you die” in the titles totally morbid. “1001 Books to Read Before You Die!” “1000 Places to See Before You Die!” “100 Films to See Before You Die!” I mean, GAWD. Why can’t it just be “1001 Books to Read Because They’re Cool”? Or maybe just “100 Films to See”? I guess it’s not as dramatic but still. Stop with the death stuff. It bums me out.
See, the first point I made was about me transitioning from no phone cord to new phone cord, then I talked about transitioning as a concept, and then I talked about two death-related topics, and isn’t death the ultimate transition?
I am so themey. Bet you didn’t even notice.