Monday, December 18, 2017

i bet red and purple socks would be acceptable on the polar express

I met some friends for dinner in the city on Friday night.  I was planning to take the train downtown, and then a little snowstorm popped onto the radar Thursday night and was predicted to hit our area between 2 and 6 pm on Friday.  And so, because I was scared to drive even one mile to the train station in the snow, I made an alternate plan.  At 1:30 I put on my warmest clothes and boots, and drove to the Starbucks next to the train station where I worked for a few hours until my train came.

The train was crowded, and most people quietly watched the snow fall outside.  But not the woman next to me.  No, the woman next to me chose that time to have a phone call with a local deli about ordering some sandwich trays.  Except she wanted to order them as a  gift for someone.  And she wanted that someone to be able to call the deli whenever he wanted to say he was coming to pick up a tray of ONE HUNDRED sandwiches whenever the mood struck.  She wanted him to be able to do that four times, and she wanted the deli to guarantee that the sandwiches would stay good for five days following pickup.

From what I could overhear, her request was denied repeatedly because, shockingly, the deli requires some advanced noticed to prepare a tray of one hundred sandwiches.  But, she kept saying, "In other words," and then proceeded to phrase her request IN THE EXACT SAME WORDS. 

I thought we were never going to get to the city.

When we finally rolled into Suburban Station, I operated the way I typically do when I take the train downtown, which is to say that I hop on the first escalator I see to take me up to street level, and then I pop out in a surprise place and rely on my GPS to turn me around.

Anyway, I navigated to the Cheesecake Factory successfully and we had a great dinner.

And then my friend offered to drive me home because she knows that snow and public transportation are not my favorite combo.

She knows me so well.

When I got home Matt was sitting in the living room and I had to take my snowy boots off right at the door.

Remember when I said I put on my warmest clothes?  That included my socks.

Both pairs.

Yikes.


It's a good thing the people on the train couldn't see what was underneath my boots, because then it would have been me, not the deli lady, who looked like the crazy person.

8 comments:

Brianne said...

People are friggin nuts. The deli lady, not you lol.

Maureen @ Maureen Gets Real said...

It amazes me with the requests people come up with for restaurants. Glad you had a nice dinner with friends!

P!nky said...

Warm socks, no matter the color, are the best.

The deli lady, what a trip!

Audrey Louise said...

I feel like there should be no sock shame in the winter. I always grab what's warmest and pull them on regardless of the color or type of shoe I'm wearing. Hahaha!
At least you were warm ;)

Hena Tayeb said...

crazy socks are all the rage.. you would have fit right in..

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Sarita @ it's my girls' world said...

So did she get her wishes with the deli?! 😂. Crazy socks are totally cool

Lindsay at Lindsay'sSweetWorld said...

This time of year sure does bring out the crazies!! Haha.

Sparkles and Lattes said...

Can I just say how much I love the titles of your posts? But the combo of red and purple has me laughing. :)