{"id":265,"date":"2004-06-15T09:55:00","date_gmt":"2004-06-15T07:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/2004\/6\/always_charge_your_ipod.html"},"modified":"2004-06-15T09:55:00","modified_gmt":"2004-06-15T07:55:00","slug":"always_charge_your_ipod","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/2004\/06\/15\/always_charge_your_ipod\/","title":{"rendered":"always charge your ipod"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The scene: this morning, 8:20, at the coffee place.  I was standing there waiting for my coffee (they don&#8217;t move so fast) when i saw the bus outside, stopped at the red light.  Of course it pulled away while the barista was pouring the milk, and I said &#8220;damn,&#8221; just under my breath.  The guy behind me in line, perhaps thinking I&#8217;d dropped something or sprained an ankle or somesuch (but in hindsight, probably just waiting for any kind of opening) says, &#8220;What&#8217;s wrong?&#8221;  Say i: &#8220;Nothing, just missed my bus.&#8221; &#8220;Well, they come along pretty regularly,&#8221; says he and I agree and start to walk away.  No such luck.<\/p>\n<p>Please bear in mind that at this point I have not had much coffee and am therefore ill-equipped to deal with any kind of situation.<\/p>\n<p>So he says, &#8220;Do I detect a slight accent or is it my imagination?&#8221;  The smart response would have been, &#8220;It&#8217;s your imagination.  You&#8217;re crazy.  Please go away.&#8221;  But because of the aforementioned insufficient caffeination level, I defaulted to polite mode.  &#8220;Probably not your imagination,&#8221; I said.  This led to him somehow getting out in two sentences that he&#8217;s an expert in spotting dialects and speaks five languages and blah blah and do I <i>parle francais<\/i>?  And again, reflex taking over, even though I&#8217;ve begun to suspect this is a trap, I mumble <i>en francais<\/i> that yes of course i do.  This opens the floodgates.  I find myself sort of inching away backwards, sunglasses on, while this guy close-talks at me (and well over the decibel level required for such a conversation) in French about how he spent a summer there when he was in school and lived in the 18th and do I know Paris and he&#8217;s buying a hotel in Montmartre and the Americans in Paris are all idiots (with the implication that he&#8217;s the exception, <i>bien sur<\/i>) and he&#8217;s got an Irish passport and wow, I&#8217;m thinking, how the hell do I get out of this now?  I&#8217;m just waiting for a break in the stream to make a polite exit (did I mention how <b>loud<\/b> this guy was?) and there isn&#8217;t one and then he says, &#8220;So, you live around here?&#8221;  Aha, I think.  Here&#8217;s my chance.  &#8220;No, my boyfriend lives around the corner.  I live across town.&#8221;  At this point, the guy who&#8217;s sitting drinking coffee and reading the paper at the table right next to us, who&#8217;s clearly been listening, chokes and almost spits coffee onto his paper, trying not to laugh out loud.  I silently curse him for being amused at my pain and not having rescued me with some quip about the Financial Times. Fortunately the gambit worked and Obnoxious Guy made a quick exit, but not before I noticed another bus speeding through the intersection.  Jerk.<\/p>\n<p>Moral of the story:  if you must venture out in public before you&#8217;re sufficiently caffeinated: headphones.  Headphones are <i>de rigeur<\/i>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The scene: this morning, 8:20, at the coffee place. 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