hi...xanga's making me update this so i don't lose my site.

I was in the mood for ice cream today so I figured I might as well make a trip to Baskin Robbins since I was out and about anyways.  Soo glad I made the trip.

I asked for my standard "one hand-packed quart of pistachio-almond, please". I was told by the girl across the counter that they didn't have any more quart containers. She said I would have to order pints at their regular price. (note: it's $6.49 for a quart....$4.59 for a pint)  I then asked her if she could just give me two hand-packed pint containers of ice-cream (cuz as we all know, 2 pints = 1 quart).  She said she wasn't allowed to do that because they keep track of the cups they send each store.  I told her that it wasn't my fault they ran out of quart containers and that I was getting jacked. When I told her that 2 pints = 1 quart, she was incredulous.  We finally got past that when her supervisor came to the front and replenished the stock of quart-containers.

After that mini-drama, she finally started packing in the ice-cream.  While she was doing this, the following conversation took place:
worker: "man, this is a really good ice-cream flavor. good pick"
me: "thanks"
worker: "you know this store is really clean"
me: "um...yeah"
worker: "I used to work in a crusty-ass, dirty, sick Baskin-Robbins. Workers there wouldn't even wash the spoons at night. They'd use ice-cream that was way past its expiration date too. Sometimes, when they'd get hungry they just spoon themselves ice cream right out of the big buckets.  ::chuckle::  those customers had no idea how bad it was. but this place is clean."
me: ::nervous chuckle:: so...uh....just for future reference, where is this place?
worker: "oh it's the one on 26th St and 2nd Ave."
me: "what the....I used to go to that one all the time. I lived in a dorm on 26th St.!!!"
worker: "oh...sorry."

If my experience had ended there, it would have been enough for me.  BUT as fate would have it, as she was ringing me up at the register, she pointed out her supervisor and a coworker who were deeply involved in a conversation in the stock room to the right of her. And this is how that went:
worker: "look at that shit...my Arab supervisor trying to talk to my Filipino coworker about love. ::mockingly:: you gotta let the girl fall in love with you first, then she's yours forever cuz you waited...would u listen to that shit? Cultures are beautiful, aren't they?"
me: "....yeah. Debit please."

I was as stunned as you are now.  I wish I could say I was kidding about half the stuff I write in here, but I swear to you it's all true. I will definitely miss these experiences when I go back to California, cuz they just don't happen there.

I'm home!



I feel as though I've really been neglecting my Xanga page. I've been really busy with school and my internship. Can u believe I graduate in a little over a month? I am stunned at how quickly time has passed. I will definitely miss New York.  But back to me being uber-busy with my work/school/miscellaneous things.  As a result, there's a lot of stuff I have to write about...and more importantly, many of the topics are unrelated.

Here we go:

1. Did you know that Tampico (it's an orange/citrus/unhealthy juice) is $3.50 at the KMart in New York City? $3.50!?!?! Let me just tell you that Tampico is just about the most ghetto orange juice you can buy. The ingredients are sugar, water and some orange food coloring. BUT that doesn't mean it's not delicious. That being said, at all the grocery stores in L.A., you would be overpaying if you were charged $1.50 for it. Some places try to charge you $2 but that's rare.  I just had to vent about this.

2. I was slightly disappointed with the Oscar's. Not because of the awards. I don't really care about those. I just wanted Jon Stewart to be a little edgier. It seemed as though he really checked himself and made a concerted effort to play it safe. However, his 'gay cowboy' montage and the off the cuff Three-Six-Mafia jokes were great.

3. Because I had a large suitcase AND a carry-on, I opted to call a shuttle to pick me up. Great decision. I was the first passenger picked up by the shuttle driver. He had to pick up two other people in Brooklyn before we headed to the airport. On his way to pick up the 2nd person, he got lost because he took a wrong turn. He reported this to his supervisor over his Nextel walkie talkie (yeah, I heard the whole thing). His supervisor ripped into him when it became obvious they'd have to send out another shuttle to pick up the 3rd passenger because there was no time to pick her up after this loss of time.
After he got off the phone with his boss, we pulled up to a stoplight. Suffice to say, there was an awkward silence in the car. Ah, but that would not last long. He broke the awkward silence by slamming both hands on his steering wheel and screaming out:
"FUCK THAT NIGGA!!!" (a little unprofessional, no?)
Question: how would you have responded to this? I just sat there. BUT part of me wanted to yell out "YEAH! F#@ HIM!" or, "Hey bro, I'm still here...right behind you." I'm glad I didn't because I think that would have led to more awkwardness.

4. Moving right along, as you can see by the picture, I flew Jetblue.  It's a 6 hour flight from NY to SoCal so it's quite a doozy. It doesn't help that I was carrying 5 boxes of pastries on my lap. The situation is further complicated when a young man sitting two seats away from me says this:
"ah  man...is that from Veniero's? I love that stuff. Great stuff. Great desserts. ::silence:: You gonna eat that?"
Wow.
For about the first 2-3 hours into the flight, my seat was being lightly kickced by a little kid who was crying because I think his ears were hurting. I knew the kid was little cuz I could tell by the crying. It was 'baby crying' not 'bratty kid crying.' That being said, I decided I wanted to get some sleep so I tried to move my seat back. I found it difficult to do it so I forced it back with all my chiseled muscles (all 3 of them). Upon doing this, the mother of the kid behind me starts slapping her hand on my headrest. Repeatedly. This is the dialogue that followed.
Mother: "Excuse me."
Me: "Yes"
Mother: "You moved your seat back and it's pushing my baby's car seat back
note: apparently the child behind me was a VERY little kid
Me: "Oh man, I'm sorry. I had no idea there was a car seat behind me."
Mother: "Uh...yeah. ::moving fingers forward in just about the most condescending manner possible:: So why don't you go ahead and move your seat forward."
Me: "::pause:: Hmm. You know, I was going to move it forward. But never mind! I'm going to sleep now."
Guy who asked me for pastries earlier: "Yeaaaahhhh daawwgg!!"

I think my shuttle driver's "take no prisoners" attitude rubbed off on me.