Josh's parents had a huge passover celebration tonight and they sent me home with tons of leftovers. I am always scared somebody will get angry if I reject something they want to give, so whatever they want to give I just say thank you and take it. If it's not something we'll eat (or wear) then I give it to somebody homeless.
Tonight I put the leftovers we don't like right in the front for Aunt Elaine to eat, and hid the good leftovers in the back, buried behind food she won't touch, like apples and veggies.
At the dinner Josh was on one side of me and some old man was on the other side. He had just gotten back from three and a half weeks of being in Hawaii with his wife, who has an old lady hairstyle. He asked me what my summer plans are and when I told him that I work as a hostess at a diner he said, "Well that sounds just dreadful."
How are you supposed to answer that? Thank you? It's not? I looked at his wife hoping she would say something helpful but she just repeated him. "Oh yes, simply dreadful." Thanks, guys. You know just how to make a person feel good. After that I kind of ignored him and the next time Josh got up I slid into his seat, switching us so I wasn't next to the guy anymore.
When everyone was getting ready to leave he came over and I thought he was just going to say goodbye but he gave me a business card and said I should call him tomorrow. Okay, Arnie. Can't wait to hear more witty gems about how dreadful my life sounds to you, with your month-long vacations.
2 comments:
In his own clueless way, the old guy may have thought he was being nice. I'd ask Josh's family if they think it's worth calling him. It could be worth it.
I am going to venture a guess and say he meant that to mean call him about maybe a job.
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