Jan 4, 2007


After one hilarious afternoon of working (a little) and goofing off (a lot) with my friends Phil and ArmyGrrl, I got word that another friend was under the weather and desperately needed a FedEx run. So, I scooted over, snatched her FedExables (That sounds really filthy, but no. Really, I just picked up the stuff she needed FedEx'd.) and went to FedEx. Pack, ship, pay, done and I am leaving and this guy is... hovering at my car with his hand on the door handle. My Bronx-style what is it that you're doing? was met with a tweaky tirade that involved his flailing arms, shouted and angry confusion as to whether I looked like his ex-wife, knew his ex-wife or was his ex-wife, and, for a bit, he was puffing up and right in my face and not getting the hell out of the way. I'm skimming here, but I didn't know whether he was even for real. I half-expected to get beat up and half-expected to hear that I was on Candid Camera. Oy vey. The full moon sure brings it out in people, doesn't it? I keep meaning to ask my medical friends about their emergency adventures during full moons. Anyone..?

On a happier note, I got my super-premium-great-success business cards today. And a super gift from my mother, a book about overcoming the fear I blog about plenty: the schmooze situation. (Thanks, Mom) Kind of cosmic-funny that I got both in the mail on the same day, no?

Is it really Thursday, already? Shit, time flies when you're having fun, eh?


katie schwartz said...

thank god you're ok, bubbie. but, you know what, you're always going to be ok.

Amy Guth said...

You've got that right. If there is one thing I know of, it's that Amy Guth is alwasy okay. :)