|I'm finally smiling...
||[Apr. 21st, 2006|02:15 pm]
|||||My phone beeping||]|
Reaction of the Week
Let it first be said that my week has been difficult. Between trying to clean up from last week's professional blunders and working on my car at every chance I have (the chances come often, cuz the car keep breakin') I'm a little drained and burnt out. On top of that, this week happens be be the deadline for several projects, so I've been working way over my cope morning, noon, and night to try to catch up with them. Not to mention the effort I'm putting into finding a suitable female companion for myself...
There, I've complained and whined enough...Now for the fun...
I walk into the bank today over my lunch hour, for today is pay-day and I had indeed gotten paid. The thing about banks is, I'm not sure about everyone else, but I for one am always cautious because you never know when some weirdo is going to come in and do something crazy or stick up the place. I suppose I feel that way about all large public places. Either way, if anyone else in that bank felt that way, then their klaxons went off for sure because today I was looking very suspicious: young black man dressed in all black and gray wearing a thick hooded winter sweater with the hood over his head in 85 degree weather (for those of you wondering, despite the heat as of late I have been freezing, so I decided to clothe myself warmly).
At any rate I walk into the bank, fill out my deposit slip, and wait in line. The teller calls me up, and so I go to her. "How are you," I ask her, to which she replies, "I'm well. How are you?" I return the answer in kind. As she takes my slips and check, I suddenly look at her intently, as if though deeply concerned. I then look about, such that it seems I am trying to look at the air itself, and then return my gaze to hers. With a confused look on my face, I suddenly say to her, "Is this the fifth dimension?"
"Huh?" she says, almost equally confused.
"Is this ... the fifth dimension? Yes, yes, I do think it is..." The bewildered look on my face no doubt depicted distraction, confusion, and intent seriousness.
She barely has the wherewithall to utter another "Huh" at this point and she looks at me with a gaze of fear I can only hope and pray I one day instill in my enemies. I begin to pop back into reality and I can almost feel her hand reaching for the panic button under her desk. Immediately I catch the misunderstanding. I look to her and explain myself.
"Oh, no, I mean this song. Is this sung by the Fifth Dimension? I really like it and just wanted to make sure."
Blink. Blink. "Ooohhh! Oh no, I don't know. The music is so low, I can barely hear it." She sighs a deep and delightful sigh of relief.
I apologize. "You must have been so confused. You looked legitimately frightened. You must have thought I was completely crazy! I'm sorry, that wasn't my intent."
I thanked her, wished her a good weekend, got into my car, and laughed so completlely hysterically that I must have indeed looked crazy again, only this time in the parking lot. Her reaction brightened my day, nay, my life, and I am entirely too anxious to let everybody know. It's not much of an event, but after my week, it was a nugget of gold!