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The thrilling conclusion

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  • Mike Guerrero
    ... ===== Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall in an open sewer and die -Mel Brooks
    Message 1 of 1 , Aug 6, 2002
      > To quote the Great Chairman Kaga, 'If my memory serves me
      > correctly...'
      > Last time we spoke on this matter, I had the [good/mis]fortune to be
      > stuck in line with a stunning young woman while waiting for a flight.
      > Unlike most members of the opposite sex, she seemed not to be
      > completely dismissive of me.
      > We'll pick up the story at the point where these things usually end.
      > She had noticed my RioVolt sticking out of my backpack and was asking
      > me about it.
      > [Quick Plug]
      > I love MP3s. But what I don't love are these tiny players with only
      > 64 or 128MB of memory, or the massive jukeboxes that start at $300.
      > That's why I like the MP3-CD player so much. CD-Rs cost pennies, you
      > can get hundreds of songs on a single disc, and
      > skipping is almost unheard of. Finally, the price falls in the range
      > of $60-150, depending on brand.
      > [End Of Plug]
      > So we start to talk about music, what we like and what we don't, that
      > usual stuff.
      > What happened next was what I like to refer to as 'The Dropping of
      > the Other Shoe'.
      > She then mentioned that she and her boyfriend were going to a concert
      > next week.
      > Yup. Her Boyfriend. Of several years, no less. And guess what? She's
      > taking this flight to meet him!
      > I did my best to show no reaction. After all, how bad would I look if
      > I just lost all interest? Of course, I would be lying if I said I was
      > completely surprised.
      > So we continued with the small talk until it was time for us to file
      > into the plane. she had told me that she had her own seat
      > requirements like me, which made me feel a bit better. We said some
      > little good-byes and went our separate ways to our seats.
      > I can guess what you're thinking. Why didn't I do some crazy
      > desperate act to show her that I might be the one she's always
      > wanted? Because that's simply not me. It took almost all my nerve to
      > even start talking to her in the first place. I don't know
      > what that says about me, and I don't care.
      > As I sat in my seat, thumbing through the in-flight magazine, I
      > replayed the whole encounter in my head. I wanted to do something to
      > cap off the whole encounter but I wasn't sure what. I was fairly sure
      > we would never meet again, so embarrassment wasn't
      > a factor.
      > I decided to go the old-school route. I searched my pack for my
      > notepad, but then realized that I had packed it in my suitcase. Then,
      > in a flash of inspiration or desperation, I chose to utilize the
      > resources I had on hand.
      > Using an unused air sickness bag, I wrote her a letter. Part
      > explanation and paer apology, it was my way of tying the whole
      > experience in a tidy package. I asked one of the flight attendants to
      > give her the note, and while he did do a double-take, it
      > appeared he was used to this sort of errand.
      > I spent the rest of the flight wondering if she had read the letter,
      > thrown it away, or had actually used it the way it was meant to be
      > used.
      > When we touched down, I waited for almost all the passengers to leave
      > the plane. As I made my way down the escalator to retrieve my
      > luggage, I could see her and her boyfriend share a hug and kiss. I
      > hung back, even though it was clear she wasn't looking
      > for me.
      > I didn't see her on the rturn flight. In fact, it wasn't till about a
      > week later that I got an e-mail from her. She was actually flattered
      > by the note and since then, we've traded e-mail occasionally.
      > Well, that's my story. I'm sure the buildup was much more interesting
      > than the payoff, but most times so is life. Granted, "I hit on a
      > girl, but she had a boyfriend." is a bit more succinct, but where's
      > the fun in that?
      > Thanks for reading,
      > Mike

      "Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall in an open sewer and die"

      -Mel Brooks
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