On the way home from work yesterday I stopped by the comic shop. After parking a fair distance away, as the area was packed with cars, I began walking to the shop. As I got closer, someone said, "Hey, Jon!" and appeared to be looking at me.
The person - someone tall wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a cap and standing next to a woman I didn't recognize - didn't match up with the(extremely short) list of people I know that immediately sprang to mind, so I began to assume that there was someone behind me named Jon (or, more likely, John).
As I got closer, I figured out who it was just before he identified himself; it was David, my Realtor.
In answer to his question, I explained that I was stopping by the comic shop. He introduced me to his wife, and pointed out that they live just down the street from the town center where the comic shop is located.
We talked a little about how things are going to go on Monday with the home inspection, and then we began to go our separate ways. I told his wife that it was nice meeting her, and then added as an afterthought, after taking note of her belly, my congratulations on the son they're expecting. Because of the way I just sort of blurted it out, I'm sure it came off as a perfect example of my social awkwardness.
In any case, David responded, somberly, "She's not pregnant Jon."
I might have been flustered by this if I had added my awkward congratulations solely based on the evidence of her belly, but I knew that she was pregnant from previous conversations with David, so I said, "Nice try; I know she's pregnant," and we all laughed, which helped to erase some of the evidence of just how socially inept I really am (especially when taken by surprise).
Then I went into the comic shop, had a comic geek conversation about comic book movies, and was soon home, where I found that having the whole day to work on it wasn't enough time for my cable company to fix the problem with my Internet connection.
I don't imagine they did any work on it today, so it will be Monday at the absolute soonest before I have it up and running again.
As mentioned, tonight after work I'm going to catch a showing of Stardust with Scott.
(And you should be going to see it, too. In fact, what are you doing sitting there reading this? Go see Stardust! Now!)
Earlier today Brian IMed me saying, "haha, we just had to page Scott for something."
I responded, "lol, he's been bitching about being on-call all week."
With all the compassion he could muster, Brian said, "well, he's got something more to bitch about now."
I added that they needed to make sure to be done with him before 7.
Unless my Internet connection gets fixed soon, I probably won't be doing much blogging this week. Sure, I can post stuff over dial up, but it's a pain, and even with my QWERTY keyboard on my phone, I just can't see myself engaging in mobile blogging or "MoBlo."
(More like "MoBlo Me").
I know that a lack of regular updates will be pretty rough on you, but I think you'll survive.
I have faith in you.
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