Most of you have heard this story, but I figured I would put it up here at the request of many. This occurred while I was working at the Missionary Mall. I was helping a mom find various items around the store. While looking at some gift items the mom leaned a little close and asked, "Do you have alopecia?"
Thinking this was some sort of product she was looking for that I wasn't aware of I tried to respond in a professional manner, "No, I don't think we carry that."
She then said, a little confused, "No, no, I mean with your hair."
Realizing she wasn't talking about any product but rather something to do with my spots, I thought quickly and couldn't remember ever having anything that sounded like alopecia (whatever that was!).
As soon as I was done helping her I got on one of the computers at work and looked up alopecia on Wikipedia. Once I started reading the light bulb came on in my head and everything started making a little more sense.
For those who are as uneducated as I was feel free to learn more.
So last night I watched The Adventures of Errol Flynn. It was a biography that TCM put together about the life and times of our favorite swashbuckler. Besides giving fun little tid-bits like the name of his beach house with David Niven (Cirrhosis by the Sea), and a brief history of his child hood in Tasmania; it showed interviews with some of his leading ladies and Ex-wives. Of course, Olivia deHavilland had the best story which I will now relate to you.
Apparently when they were filming Robin Hood together, Errol was in hot pursuit however still married to his first wife. Olivia, being the lady that she is, was resisting with all her might. Errol was trying to convince Olivia that they were soon to be divorced but after his wife visited the set for a few days, it was quite apparent that that was not going to happen any time soon. Olivia decided to get back at Errol. The next piece of the story is best described by the words of Ms. deHavilland. "When we moved back to the movie studio, there was a kissing scene that we needed to shoot which I looked forward to with great anticipation. I blew every take at least seven or eight times. . .Errol grew quite uncomfortable and, if I might say, had a little trouble with his tights." This was followed with a knowing raise of the eyebrow and a subtle nod.
About a week ago, Pug, Jeff and I went to a house party here in the LV. There was a pretty small group of fun people but after an hour we decided to roll out. On our way out we were chatting with a few friends who asked us what we were doing later that night. Jeff replied in his smart alec way, "We're going back to my place to have a menaje . . ." Unbenounced to us our mentally handicapped Friend Steven was there listening to us and turns to Jeff and asks, "What's a menaje?" I have never seen Jeff so speechless in his life. A few awkward grunts and uhms came out and then Steven said, "Is it something sexual?" At that point Jeff just turned to Pug and I and said, "We're out!"
I can't wait until Steven asks his mom, "Mom, whats a menaje?"
i have been so excited for this week...not only do i get to celebrate a new promotion, but i have plans to travel to chicago for work for 2 days then off to idaho for a weekend of wakeboarding, river rafting, hiking, etc. how could one not be excited?
well, i've just experienced the total traveling buzz kill. would you like to join me on my journey? 3:30 pm - arrive at LAX, check-in, no hiccups 4:10 pm - board the plane for departure at 4:27 4:25 pm - pull away from the gate. since i'm running on .5 hours of sleep in the past 34 hours, i quickly fall into a deep slumber despite punk kid who smells like cigarettes next to me 5:15 pm - rudely awoken by loud speaker as the plane is heading back to the gate. the reason? "the plane is missing a part that is critical for safety. we cannot take this plane to chicago." okay, fine. but did we really just figure this out after an hour of sitting on the runway?? 5:40 pm - good news..."we have found another plane that can take us to chicago this evening. bad news..."it will not be here for another 2 hours." 5:50 pm - deplane. 6:15 pm - try to eat a crappy salad at wolfgang puck's for dinner. try to do something productive for the next 1.5 hours. 7:45 pm - board plane #2 of the evening. 7:50 pm - kick trash at the crossword puzzle featured in "Horizons Magazine" because i've already been on a couple united flights this month. go team. 8:00 pm - crash...er, fall asleep. 2:18 am (CST) - arrive in chicago, deplane, get luggage, try to find a cab. dude in a town car approaches me. i specifically ask, "is there a premium fee for this cab ride?" ...the leather seats just look too good to be true for standard airport transport. his response: "no." then he proceeds to invite others to the cab. fine. if it takes part of the cost burden, i'm fine with it. 2:50 am - arrive at hotel after dropping off other passengers. total = $65. what?!? that's "standard" for a 25 min. cab ride w/two passengers four blocks away from each other? did he charge the other guy $65 too?? you've got to be kidding me. the guy proceeds to add a $15 tip to the bill rather than the $8 i originally specified. right. i get his name and number and let him know that i'll be calling his company. whatever. 3:00 am - attempt to check-in to the hotel. front desk can't find my reservation. i should be sharing a room w/someone from work, but this hotel only maintains the name of the first person on a reservation. i call our company Group Travel Services...no luck...they don't know the roomie assignments. me: "fine. then can i just get a room at least." front desk: "well, we're overbooked." how can a hotel be overbooked? it's not like there are people other than me strewn about the lobby. 3:45 am - after trying everything short of going to another hotel for 45 min, ultimately decide to find a couch in the lobby and just chill, work, etc. until i can contact someone about the rooms, finally check-in, and take a shower before training begins at 8:00 am.
so, yeah. that's my buzz kill. i'm still looking forward to the remainder of the week and the weekend, but with just a few more (...or less) reservations.