At my first class this morning, which was great, by the way, I was thinking about blogging.  I didn’t know what I was going to talk about but I knew I was going to blog about something. Then I left the class and while driving down the street, impulsively turned into a Popeyes chicken (I told y’all long ago it was like crack).  I decided to order their new Buffalo nuggets (which I hated, by the way– I guess it has been so long since I’ve had fried chicken, believe it or not, and it was way too salty!).  I figured since I had a distance to drive, I would get something that I could eat along the way.  Unfortunately, after ordering, it was conveyed that I had ordered a “special order item”, i.e., those which require you to pull over to the side because they don’t have any made.  I quickly backed into a parking spot, and was sitting thinking about all sorts of things that make me sad, when another car pulled in beside me.  Because it was hot, my windows were down, and I realized that the person next to me is leaning out of the car, and he says, “Are we having lunch together today?”

Mildly amused at this display of randomness, I replied, “I guess so?”

He says, “Hi. My name is Danny.”

“Um.. I’m Constant.”

He asks, “So what are you having?” I figured he was also waiting for his food and was irritated about it and wanted to chat. No big deal.

C: “Oh I decided to try the nuggets. You?”

H: “I got 4 pieces of chicken.”

C: “What, don’t they have ANY chicken done in there???”  I notice he looks puzzled by my question, and I realize that he wasn’t waiting. So I add, “Oh, I don’t have my food yet. I am waiting for them to bring it out to me.”

He says, “Oh, yeah, I have mine. So are you on your lunch break?”

Really??  Mildly annoyed by the direction this conversation is going, I say, “Yeah.”

H: “Where do you work?”

C: “Oh I work in Baltimore at the hospital, but I was just here for training and I have to get back real quick.”

H: “Ok, ok.” (pause… smiles) “Well Constant, I don’t see any rings on your fingers!”

I didn’t even realize that my fingers were in view, but they were still on the steering wheel.  I started laughing at him and said, “Dang Danny, why are you all up in my fingers!”

He responds, “Well, can we meet at another time? Maybe dinner?  OOh, we can go anywhere you like, what do you like? Crab? Italian? Chinese?”

At this point, I couldn’t contain the urge to laugh. In my head I was thinking, No, I really don’t want to interact with men on any level right now, but thanks for the effort.  I think Chinese just tipped me off the edge because once again, I had been stung by stupid. But it gets better…

Before I could respond about the telephone number, because at the time I was looking down, formulating my answer, I saw in my peripheral view that he had gotten his phone out to get the number.  I looked up and was about to say something, and realized that he was adjusting the camera to take a picture. As I hear the click, I had the “WTF???” look on my face.

C: “OH my God, I can’t believe you did that!”  He starts laughing, and I fell out on the steering wheel in disbelief of this ridiculous display of foolishness.  Fortunately the woman came with my food, I gave him the best fake number I could come up with and drove off… QUICKLY.

FAIL FAIL FAIL!!!

NOTE: SOON TO COME-”The many meanings of FAIL”