L’amour the laptop update

Aug 17 2006

I am happy to report we went to Circuit City last night (way before the enema), and quite easily exchanged laptops. A sweet gal named Reyna made it quick and painless. (Sorry for referring to someone as a gal, I hate that word too. I was just trying to be breezy so as to convey the effortlessness of the whole experience.) She responded to TBUs chit chat, even though she totally didn’t have to. I wouldn’t have. That is one of the hardest things about being with TBU, he always insists on talking to people while we’re out in public. He is one of those public nice people. When I’m out I don’t want to talk to anyone and I certainly don’t initiate it.

A couple years ago we were in Berkeley visiting friends. On our way to dinner TBU just vanished. This is way before he had a cell phone otherwise we would’ve just called him. We’re standing there like idiots, blocking the flow of pedestrian traffic, wondering how and when he disappeared. Then we see him across the street pushing a homeless man in a wheelchair. They disappeared into Subway. My friend and I looked at each other, our jaws literally could not have been further from our skulls. They came out of Subway and went immediately into another store. What the hell was he doing? The man in the wheelchair was screaming and flailing. Watching them was like a Monty Python sketch. As soon as they came out one door they disappeared into another. It was unbelievably comical. After he had pushed the man the equivalent of two blocks we caught TBUs attention and said we’d meet him at the restaurant if he was going to pull this good samaritan crap.

When he met us at our table he said the man was cussing and demanding that TBU push him here and there and ask for napkins in there. My friend and I looked at each other and instantly knew what the other was thinking. In unison we said, that’s why we don’t pull shit like this. There are very practical reasons for not talking to people in public. I told TBU that this was a lesson to be learned, maybe next time he wouldn’t be fooled by an old man in a wheelchair.

In conclusion, Reyna at Circuit City was awesome. Enough about that store, I swear this is not a paid endorsement. Although, I could use the extra money.

4 responses so far

  1. I’ve decided I want a clever nickname, such as The Millionizer or TBU. What about “Chinko”?

  2. Good: My friend and I looked at each other, our jaws literally could not have been further from our skulls.

    Better: Chinko and I looked at each other, our jaws literally could not have been further from our skulls.

  3. my dad consistently refers to you as “that gal”; i also consistently talk to strangers in public. on purpose. usually it’s like “what’s your name? i’m x and this is snake. we’re from san diego. where are you from?”. prolly it would have been better if i was born 60 years ago and in the south.

  4. i’ll allow your dad to refer to me as that gal. it doesn’t seem wise to argue. plus, i like him.

    and you definitely belong in some other era/location. but i’m glad we have you here.

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