Play by Play
voicemail received at 9:35 pm (I was in the shower before heading out to a party)
"Hey, yb, it's E. Don't be scared, I'm not drunk or trying to sell you anything. I have two tickets to the matinee of Broadway-play and I was thinking of you and then I was going through my phone and thought you might want to see it. If you can call me back in the next hour, I won't offer them to anyone else."
My original response is "Tickets? I don't need your stinking tickets!" But I remember that he and his girlfriend had already seen said play where my friend JA ran into them. Then I realize that my plans for tomorrow are to do laundry, and if I don't get free tickets to said Broadway play then I definitely won't see it. I think, sure, why shouldn't I take these? I return the call:
E: Hey
yb: Hey, thanks, it's sweet that you thought of me
E: hold on, I'm at work
(I hold on)
E: Hey
yb: Umm, hey, I just wanted to thank you for thinking of me, it was sweet
E: Do you want the tickets?
yb: yes
E: Okay, umm, are you at your apartment?
yb: Uh, yeah, but I'm about to head out. (this is mildly true, I have an event that I was thinking of bailing on, but I feel that I don't look good and don't want him inside my apartment ever again)
E: Oh, okay, well, do you want to stop by here?
yb: Can't you just leave them in an envelope for me?
E: Well, I...
yb: You think someone will take them?
E: Well, I, uh, yeah?
yb: John isn't there?
E: no, he's not, look I could meet you outside so you don't even have to show your face in here
I become deeply offended
(silence)
E: Is it really out of your way to stop by?
yb: No, I just don't want to.
E: Oh, well, uh
yb: I can, I just don't want to
(silence where I refuse to apologize for telling the truth)
yb: Okay, I'll come by, it's just...
E: No, no that's okay I'll leave them in an envelope for you.
(phone rings on his end)
E: I have to get that
yb: okay, bye, thanks
A text message arrives saying where the tickets will be and who to ask for them
I text back 'thank you'
I hate him. I 'show my face' in his restaurant, a public place, all the time. I just don't go there when I know he'll be there because I prefer not to see him if it can be avoided.
How is it that we don't speak for months and within seconds of talking he has offended me?
"Hey, yb, it's E. Don't be scared, I'm not drunk or trying to sell you anything. I have two tickets to the matinee of Broadway-play and I was thinking of you and then I was going through my phone and thought you might want to see it. If you can call me back in the next hour, I won't offer them to anyone else."
My original response is "Tickets? I don't need your stinking tickets!" But I remember that he and his girlfriend had already seen said play where my friend JA ran into them. Then I realize that my plans for tomorrow are to do laundry, and if I don't get free tickets to said Broadway play then I definitely won't see it. I think, sure, why shouldn't I take these? I return the call:
E: Hey
yb: Hey, thanks, it's sweet that you thought of me
E: hold on, I'm at work
(I hold on)
E: Hey
yb: Umm, hey, I just wanted to thank you for thinking of me, it was sweet
E: Do you want the tickets?
yb: yes
E: Okay, umm, are you at your apartment?
yb: Uh, yeah, but I'm about to head out. (this is mildly true, I have an event that I was thinking of bailing on, but I feel that I don't look good and don't want him inside my apartment ever again)
E: Oh, okay, well, do you want to stop by here?
yb: Can't you just leave them in an envelope for me?
E: Well, I...
yb: You think someone will take them?
E: Well, I, uh, yeah?
yb: John isn't there?
E: no, he's not, look I could meet you outside so you don't even have to show your face in here
I become deeply offended
(silence)
E: Is it really out of your way to stop by?
yb: No, I just don't want to.
E: Oh, well, uh
yb: I can, I just don't want to
(silence where I refuse to apologize for telling the truth)
yb: Okay, I'll come by, it's just...
E: No, no that's okay I'll leave them in an envelope for you.
(phone rings on his end)
E: I have to get that
yb: okay, bye, thanks
A text message arrives saying where the tickets will be and who to ask for them
I text back 'thank you'
I hate him. I 'show my face' in his restaurant, a public place, all the time. I just don't go there when I know he'll be there because I prefer not to see him if it can be avoided.
How is it that we don't speak for months and within seconds of talking he has offended me?
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