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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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11:31 a.m. - 2008-04-08
Random stuff. I shouldn't say I have pointy hair anymore. Like the transition from being a blonde it's taking a while for me to stop referring to my hair as pointy. Years after I stopped bleaching I still spoke of myself as a blonde. Funny thing was, nobody ever challenged me on it. Miss Steph had a shocked giggle when she caught herself speaking of me as a blonde and here she'd never even seen me in person with anything except brown hair. But I said I was blonde and she saw me that way. Miss Steph said I'm rather Svengali-like in my ability to make people believe my words over what their own eyes are telling them. However there's nothing even remotely pointy about my hairdo anymore and no matter how persuasive I am if I keep speaking of it as pointy then folks might not see pointy hair but they will surely think my head is pointy. Pointy and weird. There was a spider in the kitchen sink last night. Mick was rooting through the fridge and I'd come into the kitchen to make tea. I went to top off the kettle and that's when Mick warned me about the spider in the sink. A nice little spider (I didn't know what kind she was- pale brown, no garish markings, including leg-span about an inch big) I swung the spigot over to the other half of the sink so as not to douse her when I turned on the tap and told Mick the Chinese consider spiders in the house good luck. Mick nodded and said, "Just another reason I adore you, you're such a cool chick you're not even afraid of spiders." Sunday we had supper with the folks at Aldo's like usual. The place opened in the early 1960's and I think most of the current waitresses started then. The most recent 'new girl' came on board about 12 years ago and it was she who waited on us Sunday night. I think she'd served us once before, but it must have been very early on in my relationship with Mick. Usually we have the same waitress, Flo, who was around when Marco Polo brought spaghetti back from China. So this time the 'new girl' waited on us and like right away she starts asking really odd and rather nosy questions. Now of course since we are regulars and shoot the breeze with Flo every week I didn't think too much of the new girl's nosiness, a passing thought about how she didn't have the same easy friendly way that Flo and the other waitresses have, but whatever. Going to Aldo's when you're a regular is like going to your goofy aunt who's a great cook's house, you're clucked over and teased a little and (aside from there being strangers at the other tables) it's family time. MIL, however, was rather affronted by our waitress's buttinski behavior. After the new girl stopped with the 3rd degree and bustled off to the kitchen with our order MIL expressed her displeasure and for some weird reason she glared across the table and gave Mick a "This is your fault" face. Mick glared back and said, "Mom, you know I never encouraged her." I looked at MIL and then at Mick (who was hunch shouldered and blushing) and then back at my MIL. "Come on, MIL, what's the story?" So Mick's mother launches into it and it turns out this particular waitress used to be quite handsy with Mick and rather flirty. When she waited table for them when it was just him and his parents the 'new girl' was always touching Mick. Running her hands across his shoulders, ruffling his hair, one time she went to put a napkin in Mick's lap and he almost elbowed her in the solar plexus fending her off. No matter how disinterested he acted the new girl kept piling it on. Oh, priceless! Mick and the fatal attraction waitress. And now here he was with a very obvious wife type and a half-grown kid! No wonder she was asking nosy questions and being all dorked out and kind of pissy. Either she'd been hitting on a married man all this time and hadn't known it or Mick had the nerve to 'dump her' and take up with some new woman right under her very nose. Oh boy. I laughed and laughed. Twitted Mick and said I'd bow out graciously if he wanted to be with her, I wasn't going to stand in the way of his happiness. He growled, but MIL saw the funny too and laughed with me. For the rest of the meal the new girl persisted with the nosy questions and giving me bizarre backhanded compliments like how Wolf was almost too well-behaved and that my make-up was flawless, she couldn't see a single wrinkle. Cracked my shit up! So sorry there, Glenn Close with an order pad, but your 'relationship' with my guy only existed in your head.
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