People Endeavor to Make It a Story

I'm so happy to be lucky enough to experience something MGMT related almost every day of my life. Perhaps it's because I find myself thinking about them all of the time, or maybe it's because I'm destined to because somebody knows that my life would be otherwise void of excitement. Either way, it brings me great joy to divulge various anecdotes to all three of our followers (as of NOW. Just all of you wait. You'll be the start of something great, I'm sure!). Now that you've had a nice little introduction, I'll finally get to the story.


I know that I've previously mentioned that I work, but I never quite mentioned what I actually do for a living. As exciting as it would be to be a stripper or whore myself out on the streets, that story wouldn't really follow along with the whole "not having a life" spiel that you people have gotten to know me by. I admit, it sure would be fun to live every day beating the odds of catching a deadly STD, but I've just accepted that I can't be the fortunate person to lead that life. But what I DO do (gotta love the imperative!) is make snow cones for people during unbearably hot, summer days. Thanks to our loyal customers who love it how we make it, we've been dubbed the honorable title of "The Crack House". The title may be more fitting than you think: we don't have a visible sign anywhere on the property advertising that we sell snow cones, we always have a sea of people standing out front...and the kicker? People are always coming to the back door to buy block ice. For someone who didn't know, I would think that we were selling crack, too. But it turns out we received the name because our snow cones were just so tasty (tastey, for my co-blogger...and Fergie).

I'm giving you all of this background information just in case it becomes relevant again in another post of mine, and to make this one somewhat easier to relate to and understand. And because I am trying to draw out my otherwise brief tale.

So, while working diligently through dinner the other night at work, a man came up a few hours shy of closing to fend off his after dinner sweet tooth. Like I said, my co-blogger here is quite clever; she suggested putting the scratch-off coin that was included in the limited edition release of "Congratulations" on a chain to make into a necklace. If it weren't for her, it would still be sitting in my closet gathering dust. Anyway, I was wearing my necklace and the man asked me about it.

"I want a large Banana Cream with extra cream. Hey, do you know what your necklace means?"

"...What? Oh, uh, well, it's a long story. You see, my favorite band..."
Of course, I proceeded to explain its significance. Its significance to me, at least. And needless to say, I artlessly explained and stuttered worse than Kristen Stewart would while drunk.

After the poor man listened to me painfully butcher all of my words (I've had such a hard time interacting with people I don't know recently. I've honestly been sounding like I have a touch of mental retardation, especially when I'm put on the spot like I that!), he was like:

"Oh, well, my mother wears those symbols all of the time. They're the Chinese symbols for peace, love, and happiness!"

He was so proud when he said it all, too. I kindly awed at his knowledge and thanked him for enlightening me. I almost believed him until I looked at the necklace again that night.

So, because I've mentioned it before, I have a GoPhone, which is a synonym for the crappiest phones that AT&T can possibly get away with offering to their customers. Anyway, I tried taking a picture of my own necklace to give all of you a grassroots, organic feel, but the picture wouldn't upload to the blog. Cool right? So here's a picture I got off of the Internet just so you can see that these little caricatures AREN'T the symbols for peace, love, and happiness. Oh well, at least he tried, right?


^LOVE THE NAIL POLISH, GIRL


But really...how can you mistake those? Maybe HE'S the Kristen Stewart in this relationship.





OH P.S. I'm going to be out of town in the great City of Angles for the next week or so, so my partner (homie?) will be taking care of you all. Have fun deciphering the cryptic messages coming your way!