foot in the mouth

*The names of people involved in this story have been changed to prevent further foot in the mouth moments*

So the other day I went to my friend Jake's house to watch a movie. Jake has a friend named Matt who I always saw hanging out with a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay has long, brown hair. Got that? So I walked in and sat on the couch next to Matt and saw a girl cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his leg while laying on the couch. Girl has long, brown hair. I assumed this girl was Lindsay. [In my defense, it was really dark] Without really thinking anything of it I blurt out, "OH! is that Linsday?!" Because I really love Lindsay and was excited because I hadn't seen her for a while.

...terrible moment of realization hits me when the girl sits up and says...

"Hi, I'm Kelly."

...

Awful! How do you get out of that? Let me tell you: you don't. You sit there trying to hide a complete look of shock and horror, that's what you do.


Needless to say, Matt told me later he was glad it happened because she was crazy and didn't even live in Utah. I still felt pretty stupid regardless. Moral of the story:

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a story that had to be told...

+How many of you have been on terrible dates? This is a story one of my friend's wrote and I love it because I have been on a couple similar ones.

Dear Mr. Boring,
     When you asked me on that date the other night, I was flattered. I thought you were cute and probably a really fun guy. It wasn't until I started asking you question after question that I realized you and I had nothing to talk about! Listen, normally in conversation when someone asks you a question, they expect you to ask the same question back. Sooo.. when I was asking questions like, "Ok, so what's your favorite kind of food?" and with only your short reply to draw from I moved on to, "Well, what's your favorite color?" and after another simple response from you I finally resorted to, "Ya, well in case you were wondering my favorite meal is sushi, and my favorite color is blue..."

 Sincerely,
Dissapointed

Here is a story about a date I went on a couple of years back...

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It started out on a cold winter day in Arizona. I say cold and laugh at the thought now that I live in UTAH. And it's not even "winter" yet here. Kill me!

Anyways, I was asked to go with a big GROUP on a cabin trip a few hours north in Flagstaff, Arizona.  The boy came and picked me up at my house. We drove to my friend Taylor's to pick her up. Then we headed to our other friend's where we were all supposed to be meeting up at... Little did we know it would just be the four of us on this little outing.

Because the truck we were driving was in fact, not four-wheel drive, we had to trek to the cabin.  When we finally reached the place, a key item was missing from the boy's possession. A KEY to the cabin. (a "key" item = my stupid humor) Anyways, we used a screw driver and somehow broke into the cabin. At this point I'm even wondering if it was his or not...kidding. But really, that would be an even better ending to the story, right?

No fear, lots of good details to come.  The pipes were frozen, so there would be no plumbing on this little adventure of ours. "No plumbing" are two words us girls just looove to hear.  It starts snowing, so at least we made it inside of the cabin where we can get warm, right?

WRONG. Well okay kind of right. But not for long! We had about an hours worth of firewood and then the supply burned out, literally.  And I froze to death, figuratively.  I was forced to cuddle next to a boy I was not necessarily interested in and this detail made for an awfully awkward & long night.  If I had any other options this would not have been the case. But since the only heater in the cabin broke after about thirty minutes of use, it was either cuddle or lose a few toes.

Probably not, but I turn into dramatic girl when I am cold. The 14 inches of snow that dumped on Flagstaff Arizona throughout the evening resulted in the truck getting stuck. Go figure. Luckily a nice old man helped plow us out of there.


Moral of the story: There are always a few key items needed when planning a cabin trip: a KEY, four-wheel drive vehicle, un-frozen pipes, firewood, heaters that don't break, and interested girls.

:)

+++I want to hear YOUR stories. E-mail them to me (kighlee@yahoo.com) and maybe they'll end up here for everyone else to enjoy as well.  Perhaps I'll have people vote on the BEST worst date story. Details later!


P.S. Here are some pictures to illustrate our adventure...Both boys are now married, so that makes it okay to share this story, correct?  For the record, it really was a fun date. I laughed more than I probably ever have on a date, but still...the story had to be told!

Our trek to the cabin...

Attempting to break in without a key! & our solution to the plumbing issue...

Lots & lots of snow overnight!

I will laugh if somehow these boys EVER see this...which they won't. BUT if they do, don't hate me :)

Together, we made it! 

life lesson

So yesterday was interesting...

+It started off at 8AM when my alarm clock went off so that I could get ready for work. I am used to 9-1 being the opening shift at Yogurtland. I showed up, gave the lead crap for being late, only to realize that I was NOT scheduled to work at all. I was SUPPOSED to be at 24-Hour Fitness for my second day of work. After the other worker asked if I was actually scheduled, all I said was "ah, crap!", and ran out the door, to my car, and raced home to change for my other job. Thank goodness my supervisor at Kid's Club was super cool about it because that would have been pretty awful. I made it there by 9:20 so it wasn't TOO bad. Still, I have never been late to a day of work in my life and I couldn't believe I had to be on my second day of finally-done-with-training shifts. Great impression, huh?

It gets better.


+ When I first moved up to Provo I was desperate for a job. I applied to be a secret shopper and at the end they offered me a couple of free magazines. I didn't want them, but caved after they "insisted". Pushy, pushy people. NEVER again though.
+ I got a call from a random number asking about my magazine order. After telling the lady I wanted it to be cancelled because I didn't want them in the first place, I was informed that it was her first day and I would have to speak to her supervisor because she could not do that. Supervisor #1: aka supervisor del diablo. She started off by saying I had a three year contract thing of some-sort, which through me for a LOOP because I had never even heard of the magazines she was talking about or the company's name. I told her that when the secret shopper company offered them to me, they said I would be notified before any actual payment so that I would be able to cancel since I had no intention of paying for them. She told me I was "playing dumb" (yes those were her exact words) and that all she could do was lower the amount of time to two years. This would not do. After being chewed out by an awful customer service lady, (k, so I had a little bit of attitude as well at this point, but she asked for it) she told me she would have to call me back. I said that was not going to happen and asked to speak to HER supervisor. Supervisor #2 aka el diablo segundo. I decided to be really polite since this new supervisor had not yet been rude to me and explain the situation because I was sure that this whole thing was in fact, ridiculous. After explaining she rambled on with a lot of rude comments as well and ended with the fact that she would cancel the "order", as if it had ever been placed.
+It's funny now, but at the time it blew my mind people could even frustrate me like that. I've dealt with a lot of annoying, ignorant, and frustrating people throughout my 2.5 years of retail, but these two took the cake. Usually people like that don't phase me, but this was a whole new level. What happened to good customer service anyhow? No clue. The whole time I was wondering in the back of my head if this was some sort of "cold call" or if I was being punked. Good news: Ashton and any cruel radio announcer were nowhere to be found.
Moral of the story: NEVER accept free magazines. Or anything of the sort.


{{LESSON LEARNED}}