Surreal conversations, anyone?
Feb. 23rd, 2005 06:04 pmIn the past, when you point-blank asked me a rude question, I'd stammer and answer it... then suffer through the ensuing discussion.
Today, in the computer lab, one of the undergrads was acting.... let's say... simultaneously obnoxious and needy. She kept trying to strike up conversation, and interspersing it with angry, ad-hoc remarks about how she was annoyed that she had no printer paper and had to go get some, Word was displeasing her, the chairs hurt to sit in, she was hungry, and the printer didn't work.
I think she wanted an audience, or a distraction, or something. I can't be sure. I did my best not to look up from my computer screen and not to provide a receptive audience for her one-sided remarks.
After asking me if I had any printer paper (no), she left in an angry huff to climb the three flights of stairs to her room to get printer paper (because here you have to provide your own). When she returned, she point-blank asked me my age. The following slightly surrealistic conversation ensued:
"Gee, that's an awfully personal question," I replied.
"I weigh 150, I'm 22, and I'm having a boob job in two weeks," she replied. "Is that personal enough?"
"Oh," I said, bemusedly.
"I mean, you look too young to be in grad school. What are you, 22?"
"Hrmph," I said, turning back to the computer.
Today, in the computer lab, one of the undergrads was acting.... let's say... simultaneously obnoxious and needy. She kept trying to strike up conversation, and interspersing it with angry, ad-hoc remarks about how she was annoyed that she had no printer paper and had to go get some, Word was displeasing her, the chairs hurt to sit in, she was hungry, and the printer didn't work.
I think she wanted an audience, or a distraction, or something. I can't be sure. I did my best not to look up from my computer screen and not to provide a receptive audience for her one-sided remarks.
After asking me if I had any printer paper (no), she left in an angry huff to climb the three flights of stairs to her room to get printer paper (because here you have to provide your own). When she returned, she point-blank asked me my age. The following slightly surrealistic conversation ensued:
"Gee, that's an awfully personal question," I replied.
"I weigh 150, I'm 22, and I'm having a boob job in two weeks," she replied. "Is that personal enough?"
"Oh," I said, bemusedly.
"I mean, you look too young to be in grad school. What are you, 22?"
"Hrmph," I said, turning back to the computer.
Re: laughing or crying out loud
Date: 2005-02-23 07:07 pm (UTC)My dear, if I'm very lucky, someday I will be verbally fast on my feet like you. Nice one!