Inheritance
13 February 2006 21:48![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amulnote to self: much watch Puddle Cruiser, circa 1999.
Blue Beard stopped off for dinner on the way home from Wisconsin today. We headed over to the bar that Pure Earth had introduced me to a few weeks ago. Falling quickly into our usual banter, we were giggling and laughing by the time we got to the place, just one block away.
As we sat down, the waitress came over and BB asked her how she was doing. "Oh, I'm good," she said rather glumly. I opened my mouth to speak and realized with horror that I was going to say something my dad always says.
See, whenever you say you're Good or Okay to my dad, he always busts out with, "That's it? That's not good enough! You should be great." These were the words that I was about to say to this woman, even though I always hated it when he said these things to strangers, or even me, for that matter.
Instead, I gleefully complained, "My god! I'm turning into my father!" and quickly explained it all to the pair of them. BB and I then made a point of making her laugh every time she stopped off to see how we were doing -- commenting on the shape of her overly-endowed buckets of ice, asking for orange soda by the pitcher, and extra bottles of ketchup. At one point, she caught us gossiping about a friend, and she chided us. The thing is, this guy is the sort of person that really makes me know what cats feel like when they've got a hairball.
We all laughed riotously, and BB sighed and said, "You're one of the four people who can make me laugh out loud, you know that?"
By the time our food got there, there was this practically glowing smile on the waitress's face. "Boy, you guys have really made my night!" she told us. "Thank you so much."
BB commented as she left that one of the things he loves about me, and Unpaintable Canvas, is how we constantly give everyone these affirmations about how much they mean to us. "I have trouble believing you, you know? I'm just this guy. What's so special about me?"
I used to have the same problem. It's why I started it. [UC] does it because she's just that sweet. As for what's so special about you....
The waitress, as she was taking back the abnormally large bottle of ketchup I'd demanded, told me how sweet she thought it was to see me hugging him goodbye.
Really? I was sort of embarrassed that we did the manly Double Pat To The Back thing just because we were in public.
My dad always chastised you when you couldn't muster up enough energy to be more than Just Okay. I have my own way of dealing with that sort of problem.
Blue Beard stopped off for dinner on the way home from Wisconsin today. We headed over to the bar that Pure Earth had introduced me to a few weeks ago. Falling quickly into our usual banter, we were giggling and laughing by the time we got to the place, just one block away.
As we sat down, the waitress came over and BB asked her how she was doing. "Oh, I'm good," she said rather glumly. I opened my mouth to speak and realized with horror that I was going to say something my dad always says.
See, whenever you say you're Good or Okay to my dad, he always busts out with, "That's it? That's not good enough! You should be great." These were the words that I was about to say to this woman, even though I always hated it when he said these things to strangers, or even me, for that matter.
Instead, I gleefully complained, "My god! I'm turning into my father!" and quickly explained it all to the pair of them. BB and I then made a point of making her laugh every time she stopped off to see how we were doing -- commenting on the shape of her overly-endowed buckets of ice, asking for orange soda by the pitcher, and extra bottles of ketchup. At one point, she caught us gossiping about a friend, and she chided us. The thing is, this guy is the sort of person that really makes me know what cats feel like when they've got a hairball.
We all laughed riotously, and BB sighed and said, "You're one of the four people who can make me laugh out loud, you know that?"
By the time our food got there, there was this practically glowing smile on the waitress's face. "Boy, you guys have really made my night!" she told us. "Thank you so much."
BB commented as she left that one of the things he loves about me, and Unpaintable Canvas, is how we constantly give everyone these affirmations about how much they mean to us. "I have trouble believing you, you know? I'm just this guy. What's so special about me?"
I used to have the same problem. It's why I started it. [UC] does it because she's just that sweet. As for what's so special about you....
The waitress, as she was taking back the abnormally large bottle of ketchup I'd demanded, told me how sweet she thought it was to see me hugging him goodbye.
Really? I was sort of embarrassed that we did the manly Double Pat To The Back thing just because we were in public.
My dad always chastised you when you couldn't muster up enough energy to be more than Just Okay. I have my own way of dealing with that sort of problem.