Living Urban Legend
Something exceptionally odd happened yesterday, and I must admit that I'm freaking out a little. On so many levels, it's easily one of the most unusual things that's happened to me this year. Actually, it might be the strangest thing that I've EVER been a party to, and that's saying something.
Some of you will undoubtedly hear about it at some point in the future. However, in a rare exercise of discretion, I have decided to withhold all details from this medium, because it is considerably more personal than typical What I See fare. But, let's put it this way: If I ever write a sitcom, this incident will definitely warrant a full episode--but only if the show runs on HBO or Showtime.
The thing is, it's not like I go out of my way to cause weird shit to happen. 99% of the time I make it a point to try to be as nice as possible; the other 1% of the time usually presents a situation so hysterical or the set up so welcoming that I cannot resist a wise-crack or inappropriate comment. In this case, I did nothing absolutely wrong, from start to end. In fact, this situation arose because I went out of my way to be a great guy along each step of the process, if you can believe it. Because my intentions were chivalrous yet still blew up in my face, I feel like an earthquake has shaken the foundations of my faith in well intentioned actions. It's simultaneously funny and scary and, if I know anything about anything, the story will undoubtedly be propelled to the status of living urban legend.
Some of you will undoubtedly hear about it at some point in the future. However, in a rare exercise of discretion, I have decided to withhold all details from this medium, because it is considerably more personal than typical What I See fare. But, let's put it this way: If I ever write a sitcom, this incident will definitely warrant a full episode--but only if the show runs on HBO or Showtime.
The thing is, it's not like I go out of my way to cause weird shit to happen. 99% of the time I make it a point to try to be as nice as possible; the other 1% of the time usually presents a situation so hysterical or the set up so welcoming that I cannot resist a wise-crack or inappropriate comment. In this case, I did nothing absolutely wrong, from start to end. In fact, this situation arose because I went out of my way to be a great guy along each step of the process, if you can believe it. Because my intentions were chivalrous yet still blew up in my face, I feel like an earthquake has shaken the foundations of my faith in well intentioned actions. It's simultaneously funny and scary and, if I know anything about anything, the story will undoubtedly be propelled to the status of living urban legend.
posted by Pat at 11:02 PM
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