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Dec. 6th, 2003 07:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosSo, yeah. Deleted that first phone post, which was apparently me on mute. Blech. But at least the second one worked. Yay! Now I can stop bugging my friend at work who has the only internet connection. (I'll just pretend there's no such thing as email.)
Basically, it was me ranting. Between Captain Asshat and the people at the other end of the phone, I was surrounded by idjuts. Not even idiots, idjuts. Yesterday's pearl of wisdom from Captain Asshat:
CA: *singing "Oklahoma!"* Oklahoma, where the waving wheat smells sweet ...
Me: Uh, actually, it's "Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain".
CA: Oh, what, are you into show tunes?
Me: No, I was in chorus in high school and we had to sing that one year. *pause* You know, Hugh Jackman was in "Oklahoma".
CA: Wolverine? *in that aren't-only-gay-guys-in-musicals tone of voice*
Me: Yeah, it's called acting.
CA: *ignores me, goes back to humming the song* Ah, Sondheim.
Me: *resists the urge to mention "Oklahoma" is Rodgers and Hammerstein, and not Sondheim*
CA: You know, I met Sondheim once.
Me: And?
CA: *shocked that gets no reaction* You know, Stephen Sondheim.
Me: *wtf?!* Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you meant Joe Sondheim. *fakesquees*
I'd try to beat some sense into him, but why should I have to work to make him smarter?
But the people on the phone ... look, all I'm doing is asking them to verify their address. Just tell me where you live. Is that so hard? I keep expecting to ask someone where they are only for them to answer, "I don't know. I'm standing at a pay phone in the middle of nowhere and I can't remember who I am anymore! Help m--" Followed by a click and an ominous buzzing.
Oh, and yesterday I was listening to the radio and heard "Tom Cruise is in the Last Samurai this weekend", and suddenly there were porn and tabloids in my head and every single one of you has warped my fragile little mind. :)
Basically, it was me ranting. Between Captain Asshat and the people at the other end of the phone, I was surrounded by idjuts. Not even idiots, idjuts. Yesterday's pearl of wisdom from Captain Asshat:
CA: *singing "Oklahoma!"* Oklahoma, where the waving wheat smells sweet ...
Me: Uh, actually, it's "Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain".
CA: Oh, what, are you into show tunes?
Me: No, I was in chorus in high school and we had to sing that one year. *pause* You know, Hugh Jackman was in "Oklahoma".
CA: Wolverine? *in that aren't-only-gay-guys-in-musicals tone of voice*
Me: Yeah, it's called acting.
CA: *ignores me, goes back to humming the song* Ah, Sondheim.
Me: *resists the urge to mention "Oklahoma" is Rodgers and Hammerstein, and not Sondheim*
CA: You know, I met Sondheim once.
Me: And?
CA: *shocked that gets no reaction* You know, Stephen Sondheim.
Me: *wtf?!* Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you meant Joe Sondheim. *fakesquees*
I'd try to beat some sense into him, but why should I have to work to make him smarter?
But the people on the phone ... look, all I'm doing is asking them to verify their address. Just tell me where you live. Is that so hard? I keep expecting to ask someone where they are only for them to answer, "I don't know. I'm standing at a pay phone in the middle of nowhere and I can't remember who I am anymore! Help m--" Followed by a click and an ominous buzzing.
Oh, and yesterday I was listening to the radio and heard "Tom Cruise is in the Last Samurai this weekend", and suddenly there were porn and tabloids in my head and every single one of you has warped my fragile little mind. :)
