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JoAnn writes: “I eat toasted cheese sandwiches a lot. I like toasted cheese sandwiches when they are hot, once they cool the cheese is like rubber. I don't like that. I keep them warm until I slice them in half, diagonally. Then I eat them, while they are warm.....remember I don't like them cold.”
i recently traveled to another office within our company for a presentation and interview. before the presentation began, the office director decided that everyone in the office would introduce themselves and name their favorite cheese. it was mainly for my benefit and the guy giving the presentation, as we were both out-of-towners. i suppose it lightens the mood for everyone as well.
many people named cheeses i have never heard of, nor can recall today, only five days later. i went with nothing fancy, but a classic: sharp cheddar. plus i was next-to-last and no one had chosen it.
(because i’m a vegetarian, cheese is by far my number one food intake. and potatoes. i love potatoes. with cheese.)
other things that occurred during my short, twenty-four hour trip to the midwest (i guess these are all plane-related):
-- the guy sitting beside me on the plane on the way out wouldn’t acknowledge me the entire trip, and that was fine by me because i despise small talk. i’m terrible at it. plus i was making my game plan for when i landed. so it worked out for the both of us. but he talked to himself, both asking and answering questions the entire trip. under his breath. all while playing on his laptop. my favorite exchange:
guy sitting next to me (after plane has been moving all over the runway for ten minutes): “jesus, are we going to taxi all over the entire airport?”
guy sitting next to me: “yes, we are going to taxi all over the airport.”
guy sitting next to me: “jesus, i get to see the whole damn thing, the whole airport.”
guy sitting next to me: “great. this is great. i was hoping to get in late.” guy chuckles. “do i have a target on me?”
guy sitting next to me: “yes, yes i do.”
-- also on the same flight, a man who spoke no english dumped his drink all over his lap and the lap of the fellow sitting beside him. hijinks ensued.
-- about ten minutes into the flight back, the flight attendant asked if there was a doctor on the plane. someone had a heart attack on the plane! luckily, there happened to be two doctors on board. the doctors worked in tandem and apparently saved her life. they got a small ovation when we departed the plane, except from the guy sitting to my right (see below).
-- the guy sitting to my right was a total douche bag. he took up all the arm room and wanted to talk the entire time. (the fact that he wanted to talk does not make him a douche bag. read on.) “so, you think the steelers are gonna take it this weekend?” and, “man, the browns suck.” and, “oh man, i do not feel like flying. this sucks. i just want to get home.”
but the topper, after the woman had the heart attack, was this gem: “oh sweet! i bet they clear us for landing so we’re in front of everyone else coming into pittsburgh. we might get home by ten!”
i told him as coldly as i could muster, “true, but they will probably have paramedics come onto the plane on the runway, so we’ll just have to wait while they do their thing. might actually cause us to be later.” not to mention, the source of your ‘oh sweet!’ is that A WOMAN HAD A HEART ATTACK.
his response: “oh fuck, you’re right. dammit.” apparently we moved into the comfort zone of being able to use words like the f-word on a crowded plane without my even knowing. he pouted and shifted in his seat during the thirty-five minutes we sat on the runway while the paramedics worked on the woman. he also added, “i don’t see why we have to wait here while they check her pulse.”
hopefully that guy has reproduced and is teaching the virtues of patience and compassion to his children that he so aptly demonstrated on our fifty-nine minute flight.
our baked potatoes are almost done.
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short hiatus has ended. but posts will be periodic over the next month, what with the holidays and a move by january 1. more of those details soon.
i recently traveled to another office within our company for a presentation and interview. before the presentation began, the office director decided that everyone in the office would introduce themselves and name their favorite cheese. it was mainly for my benefit and the guy giving the presentation, as we were both out-of-towners. i suppose it lightens the mood for everyone as well.
many people named cheeses i have never heard of, nor can recall today, only five days later. i went with nothing fancy, but a classic: sharp cheddar. plus i was next-to-last and no one had chosen it.
(because i’m a vegetarian, cheese is by far my number one food intake. and potatoes. i love potatoes. with cheese.)
other things that occurred during my short, twenty-four hour trip to the midwest (i guess these are all plane-related):
-- the guy sitting beside me on the plane on the way out wouldn’t acknowledge me the entire trip, and that was fine by me because i despise small talk. i’m terrible at it. plus i was making my game plan for when i landed. so it worked out for the both of us. but he talked to himself, both asking and answering questions the entire trip. under his breath. all while playing on his laptop. my favorite exchange:
guy sitting next to me (after plane has been moving all over the runway for ten minutes): “jesus, are we going to taxi all over the entire airport?”
guy sitting next to me: “yes, we are going to taxi all over the airport.”
guy sitting next to me: “jesus, i get to see the whole damn thing, the whole airport.”
guy sitting next to me: “great. this is great. i was hoping to get in late.” guy chuckles. “do i have a target on me?”
guy sitting next to me: “yes, yes i do.”
-- also on the same flight, a man who spoke no english dumped his drink all over his lap and the lap of the fellow sitting beside him. hijinks ensued.
-- about ten minutes into the flight back, the flight attendant asked if there was a doctor on the plane. someone had a heart attack on the plane! luckily, there happened to be two doctors on board. the doctors worked in tandem and apparently saved her life. they got a small ovation when we departed the plane, except from the guy sitting to my right (see below).
-- the guy sitting to my right was a total douche bag. he took up all the arm room and wanted to talk the entire time. (the fact that he wanted to talk does not make him a douche bag. read on.) “so, you think the steelers are gonna take it this weekend?” and, “man, the browns suck.” and, “oh man, i do not feel like flying. this sucks. i just want to get home.”
but the topper, after the woman had the heart attack, was this gem: “oh sweet! i bet they clear us for landing so we’re in front of everyone else coming into pittsburgh. we might get home by ten!”
i told him as coldly as i could muster, “true, but they will probably have paramedics come onto the plane on the runway, so we’ll just have to wait while they do their thing. might actually cause us to be later.” not to mention, the source of your ‘oh sweet!’ is that A WOMAN HAD A HEART ATTACK.
his response: “oh fuck, you’re right. dammit.” apparently we moved into the comfort zone of being able to use words like the f-word on a crowded plane without my even knowing. he pouted and shifted in his seat during the thirty-five minutes we sat on the runway while the paramedics worked on the woman. he also added, “i don’t see why we have to wait here while they check her pulse.”
hopefully that guy has reproduced and is teaching the virtues of patience and compassion to his children that he so aptly demonstrated on our fifty-nine minute flight.
our baked potatoes are almost done.
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short hiatus has ended. but posts will be periodic over the next month, what with the holidays and a move by january 1. more of those details soon.
posted by greg @ 6:16 PM
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