You must look back at this entry, to get the full effect of this post. I was off from work today, and went to the mall to get my eyebrows threaded. I am rather obsessive about having my eyebrows threaded every two weeks. I have black eyebrows, and this is exactly what I look like if I don't adhere to my strict grooming schedule:
Once I was finished, I went to grab something to eat. You know how at the food court, usually a bunch of two-person tables will be pushed together to form larger tables? Well, I was sitting at one of those-- I think it was about three tables pushed together. Since it was a Monday afternoon, there were approximately 12 million empty tables in the food court. I was eating, and happily reading a book on the Kindle app on my phone. Suddenly, I felt the presence of an intruder. I looked up, and standing there was this guy with his stupid little lunch, hovering over the table. I noticed he was in possession of food from Sbarro, which is only the worst pizza, ever. Does Sbarro exist outside of malls? I just Wikipedia'ed Sbarro, and found that they filed for bankruptcy three months ago because the company's financial structure was found to be unsustainable. THAT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE THEIR PIZZA TASTES LIKE BLEACH (maybe they wouldn't be in bankruptcy if they had gotten to the root of the problem a little sooner).
By the way, my dad would get so perturbed by my food-to-inedible-substance-or-object analogies. I would say something like, "This cookie tastes like pencils," and he would be all, "That is so dumb. Have you ever eaten a pencil? How would you know what a pencil tastes like?!" Now, if I had compared something to fish food, and he was like, "Have you ever eaten fish food? Do you even know what it tastes like?" My answer would have been "Yes, I do know what fish food tastes like because I have, in fact, eaten it." I did eat fish food (flakes, not pellets) when I was about seven. The flakes taste exactly like they smell, which is somewhat comforting, because at least you know what to expect.
Back to the food court situation. So I glanced up at the eater-of-bad-pizza who was standing at my table. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked. I was in disbelief. There is a universal rule (or so I thought) that if someone is sitting at a big table in the food court, made up of smaller tables pushed together, that you ONLY sit at that table if ALL OTHER FIRST-LEVEL SEATING OPTIONS HAVE FALLEN THROUGH. First-level, by the way, refers to being able to sit by yourself at any large-sized table in the mall. If every single large table is already occupied by one person or more, and no small tables are available, then first-level seating is no longer an option, and one must move to seek second-level seating. I would rather eat my food on the floor, than have to seek second-level seating. Now the problem here is that eater-of-pizza-that-tastes-like-bleach was seeking second-level seating when first-level seating was plentiful. My reaction to this guy was quite similar to my reaction to the guy on the train (again, you must read this post to understand what I'm talking about). I grabbed my stuff and got up before this guy could even put his bleach-pizza down on the table.
When I told my boyfriend this story, he immediately said that the guy wanted to hit on me, so that's why he sat down at my table. I disagree, as he didn't even attempt to speak to me (although I did get up pretty quickly). I just think he was another clueless person, with zero social boundaries, unaware of the rules of the universal, multi-level seating system. I think that if you enjoy eating bleach disguised as pizza, while seeking second-level seating when there is no viable need, then you really have to take some time to get your life together.
1980s (1) 1990s (1) 7-11 (1) 90210 (1) Air-Conditioning (1) Animals (2) Anxiety (1) Art (2) Atlantic City (1) awkward situations (1) awkward social situations (2) Birds (1) Birthday Party (1) Books (1) boyfriend (1) Car (1) Casino (1) cell phones (1) Computers (1) Cosmetics (1) Craigslist (1) Crime (1) Dad (1) Disappointment (1) Doctor (1) Driving (1) Drunk (1) Dunkin Donuts (1) Elementary School (1) Error of the Day (1) Farm (1) Fashion (4) Food (3) funeral (1) Gambling (1) Goldfish (1) Grammar (1) Halloween (1) high school (1) Horse Racing (1) Houses (1) Humor (1) I Hate it When (1) Judaism (1) Long Island (2) Lottery (1) Lying (1) mall (1) Marriage (2) Money (1) Monty Python (1) Mother (2) New York (1) NKOTB (1) One Time (3) One-Up (1) Oy Vey (6) Philly (4) Psychiatrist (1) Questions (1) Rabbi (1) Reading (1) relationships (1) Ridiculousness (1) ringtones (1) School (1) Self-Help (1) Shopping (3) Sister (1) Sneakers (1) sociopathic behavior (1) South Philly (3) Spelling (1) subway (2) Summer (1) Supermarket (1) Television (1) Trends (1) When I was Little (1) When I was a Kid (3) When I was Little (5) White Men (1) Whole Foods (1) Women (1)