Oni is right... I'm not moving after all. There were money and cat issues with the place I was looking at. But my AC has been fixed. So all is right in the universe...
So I go to Burger King for lunch today (not a particularly rare event)... My co-worker (whom shall be called Frank, for that is his name) and I arrive only to discover that BK is a little backed up. Mostly because four people in a row paid with credit card and there was a huge order for the drive-thru (one of the pains of fast food moving to a computerized system is that even if your food is sitting on the rack getting cold, nobody will give it to you until your order comes up on the queu).
No big problem... these things sort themselves up... after a short time we get to the two people right in front of myself and Frank. Both in their early twenties... both have been talking about Star Wars since they got in line.
Guy one orders with credit card. No problem. Guy two gets up to the cashier and then starts looking at the menu (at this point we'd been standing in line at least 5 minutes, probably more like 10).
Now I'm annoyed. (Those who know me realize that of the many virtues I am gifted with... patience is not one of them).
Kid finishes ordering his meal (a #3) after taking a couple minutes to study the menu... Then asks if he can see a cheesecake. At Burger King.
It's miniscule. It comes prewrapped in a factory-sealed box. The Kid wants to see one. The cashier explains that they are sealed in boxes. The Kid wants to know how big it is. The cashier goes into charades. After a minute of this, the Kid decides to order a frickin cheesecake.
Then he decides he wants to pay the $1.29 for two Star Wars toys.
He pays with credit card. Me, Frank, and the two old men behind us in line quietly rejoice that he has finished.
Then the Kid asks what toys are available. (By this point, the line is going out the door and into the parking lot). The cashier has to pull out all three boxes of toys and put them on the counter for the Kid to sift through. And then it happens...
The Kid pulls out one toy and puts in on the counter and says "this is the maybe pile..."
The "Maybe Pile". Several minutes of searching later, and the Kid ends up with his toys. I order my food. I get my drink. I get the hell out of Dodge (before the Kid, who in the joy of owning Mace Windu forgot to fill up his drink).
And the more I thought about this whole incident, the more irritated I became. And it all came down to one simple fact...
Geeks like this guy give geeks like me a bad name.
All those people in line are going to remember that event. They'll go home or back to work and tell their wives, or husbands, or subs, or co-workers, or what-have-yous about the Geek at BK who held up the line with his "Maybe Pile" of junky plastic toys.
And its people like that who make me uncomfortable saying "I'm a Star Wars fan" or "I'm a Trekkie" in public.
And that's a shame.
(Not that any of this will stop me from running down to Columbus for the Origins Gaming Convention, where my outer geek will get in touch with my inner geek... and both laugh at the Klingons).
Anyone else have bad-geek experiences that made you embarassed about your hobbies?
So I go to Burger King for lunch today (not a particularly rare event)... My co-worker (whom shall be called Frank, for that is his name) and I arrive only to discover that BK is a little backed up. Mostly because four people in a row paid with credit card and there was a huge order for the drive-thru (one of the pains of fast food moving to a computerized system is that even if your food is sitting on the rack getting cold, nobody will give it to you until your order comes up on the queu).
No big problem... these things sort themselves up... after a short time we get to the two people right in front of myself and Frank. Both in their early twenties... both have been talking about Star Wars since they got in line.
Guy one orders with credit card. No problem. Guy two gets up to the cashier and then starts looking at the menu (at this point we'd been standing in line at least 5 minutes, probably more like 10).
Now I'm annoyed. (Those who know me realize that of the many virtues I am gifted with... patience is not one of them).
Kid finishes ordering his meal (a #3) after taking a couple minutes to study the menu... Then asks if he can see a cheesecake. At Burger King.
It's miniscule. It comes prewrapped in a factory-sealed box. The Kid wants to see one. The cashier explains that they are sealed in boxes. The Kid wants to know how big it is. The cashier goes into charades. After a minute of this, the Kid decides to order a frickin cheesecake.
Then he decides he wants to pay the $1.29 for two Star Wars toys.
He pays with credit card. Me, Frank, and the two old men behind us in line quietly rejoice that he has finished.
Then the Kid asks what toys are available. (By this point, the line is going out the door and into the parking lot). The cashier has to pull out all three boxes of toys and put them on the counter for the Kid to sift through. And then it happens...
The Kid pulls out one toy and puts in on the counter and says "this is the maybe pile..."
The "Maybe Pile". Several minutes of searching later, and the Kid ends up with his toys. I order my food. I get my drink. I get the hell out of Dodge (before the Kid, who in the joy of owning Mace Windu forgot to fill up his drink).
And the more I thought about this whole incident, the more irritated I became. And it all came down to one simple fact...
Geeks like this guy give geeks like me a bad name.
All those people in line are going to remember that event. They'll go home or back to work and tell their wives, or husbands, or subs, or co-workers, or what-have-yous about the Geek at BK who held up the line with his "Maybe Pile" of junky plastic toys.
And its people like that who make me uncomfortable saying "I'm a Star Wars fan" or "I'm a Trekkie" in public.
And that's a shame.
(Not that any of this will stop me from running down to Columbus for the Origins Gaming Convention, where my outer geek will get in touch with my inner geek... and both laugh at the Klingons).
Anyone else have bad-geek experiences that made you embarassed about your hobbies?
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neuroticanne:
update your fucking joournal....
jeykool:
UPDATE!! 