The weekend in one anecdote
Jun. 9th, 2008 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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viridian to a place where she was going to be. Unfortunately, I dropped them inside a bag of clothes I was donating to goodwill, and left them in there when I tossed it in the bin. I ended up crawling halfway inside the thing to try and reach the bag. Failure. A paramedic watching from the parking lot of the shopping center seemed quite amused. He also told me not to fall in because inside of the bin it was a billion degrees and if I fell in, it would mean the fire department getting involved and cutting me out before I died of the heat. He kindly tried to break the lot with something but it didn't work. He drove off, promising to come back with something if he could.
In the mean time, I charged over to Old Navy, talked an employee into coming out with one of their clothing hooks, and tried using that on the bin. Success! Of course, by this time the EMT had radioed a fire truck which had pulled into the tiny parking lot. I was brilliantly red from embarrassment, I am certain. They told me not to be if only because the real embarrassment would have been me falling in and needing to be rescued. They had a point, sure, but still. Gah. So unnecessarily stupid.
Another amusing development: I seem to have figured out how to turn off a bad movie without finishing it! I mean, results are still out on that one--I haven't started to crave knowing how either Eragon or A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints ended, but there's still time for it to annoy me enough that I give either another look. I doubt it. Eragon I read, and the movie was truly low-rent-but-thinks-it's-Lord-of-the-Rings. The other was just, from what I could tell, a bunch of kids yelling variations on "FUCK YOU!" at each other in between bouts of complaining about the heat. Well, fuck that, 'cause it's too hot to be watching anything that complains about it being hot. No thanks.
I finally remembered to bring the hair clips for
viridian to a place where she was going to be. Unfortunately, I dropped them inside a bag of clothes I was donating to goodwill, and left them in there when I tossed it in the bin. I ended up crawling halfway inside the thing to try and reach the bag. Failure. A paramedic watching from the parking lot of the shopping center seemed quite amused. He also told me not to fall in because inside of the bin it was a billion degrees and if I fell in, it would mean the fire department getting involved and cutting me out before I died of the heat. He kindly tried to break the lot with something but it didn't work. He drove off, promising to come back with something if he could.In the mean time, I charged over to Old Navy, talked an employee into coming out with one of their clothing hooks, and tried using that on the bin. Success! Of course, by this time the EMT had radioed a fire truck which had pulled into the tiny parking lot. I was brilliantly red from embarrassment, I am certain. They told me not to be if only because the real embarrassment would have been me falling in and needing to be rescued. They had a point, sure, but still. Gah. So unnecessarily stupid.
Another amusing development: I seem to have figured out how to turn off a bad movie without finishing it! I mean, results are still out on that one--I haven't started to crave knowing how either Eragon or A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints ended, but there's still time for it to annoy me enough that I give either another look. I doubt it. Eragon I read, and the movie was truly low-rent-but-thinks-it's-Lord-of-the-Rings. The other was just, from what I could tell, a bunch of kids yelling variations on "FUCK YOU!" at each other in between bouts of complaining about the heat. Well, fuck that, 'cause it's too hot to be watching anything that complains about it being hot. No thanks.
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Date: 2008-06-09 07:04 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm amazed I didn't tumble in either. I'm also amazed I could slide my top half into the slot. Given how beastly a clothes-shopping experience I had after that little adventure, I'm amazed I didn't get stuck.
Eragon probably didn't end as ambiguously as the book. But I can't guarantee that in a crazy world where Jeremy Irons is on the good team.