I seem to have a problem monitoring foods which are cooking. Remember the burned hot dogs? Anyway, every morning I have a hard boiled egg. This requires I boil eggs at some point. Around this morning I started boiling a dozen eggs... then I forgot about them.
After running a couple fruitless errands this afternoon, I entered my house to find it filled with a burned smell. I went to the kitchen and found the eggs I had forgotten earlier. Some of them had actually exploded. I had burned egg bits all over my oven, counter, floor, the wall next to the oven, and the bottom of the cabinet over the oven. Nice.
Since I was out of hard boiled eggs, I needed to get more eggs. I had already done my weekly grocery shopping at my regular store earlier today, so I decided to go to another grocery store which I used to frequent. While there, I saw one of my exes. I'll call her Miss S. I had last seen Miss S at what had been my regular bar back in September.
Did I tell you that story? I don't think so. I'll keep it short, I promise.
When I saw Miss S last Fall, I decided to say hello. It seemed like the adult thing to do. She introduced me to her husband as a former co-worker. Hmmm. I guess it would have been awkward to introduce me as a guy who she shared a bed with for nine months. Oh, well. Then I slunk back to my barstool.
I had already put in a karaoke request to do Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something. If you don't know that song, well, it is kind of about breaking up with someone.
Miss S watched as I sang Breakfast at Tiffany's. It was uncomfortable. I didn't pick this song because of you, Miss S. You did break my heart, but it has been broken worse since, so don't flatter yourself.
After I sang that song I left the bar, since I didn't want Miss S to think I was stalking her, which I wasn't. Really.
Anyway, back to the present... Miss S was with her husband in the dairy section of the grocery store, which is right next to where they keep the eggs. I decided not to say anything. I tried to sneak past them to get my eggs, but I think Miss S saw me. I think I heard her say "Scott is over there," in a freaked out tone to her husband. I am not a stalker. Honest. Well, at least not in this case. Um, right.
Will the rest of my Sunday be better? I'm hopeful that this evening's season 2 premiere of Downton Abbey on Masterpiece Theater will be good.
About a year ago, I stumbled upon Downton Abbey while flipping through the TV channels. I was hooked immediately. Why? It is a period drama, with last season set in pre-WWI England
A history nerd who can't boil eggs? Miss S sure missed the boat when she dumped me, and once again, I am not stalking you, Miss S. Get over yourself.
2 comments:
It is always hard when you run into an ex-lover. There isn't a way to avoid it being awkward.
It seems my life is just a series of awkward moments strung together.
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