There are far too many things that happen to me that make me wonder where the hidden camera hiding. Strange things. Hilarious things. Downright freaky things. My reactions are varied to them, but, for the most part, I start by scanning the room or area I’m in to see if there is a plant with a lens peeking out trying to capture my response.
Last week when I picked up my order of Thai food at my favorite restaurant to take home for dinner the girl behind the counter recognized me from some of her other jobs. She works at Walgreens and, of course, Starbucks. As I sat down waiting for my order she leaned over and whispered, “You like coffee, right?”
This is the point where I sit up straighter, look around, and then I tried looking out the window to see if she noticed my license plates but then I remembered that I drove Ken’s car to pick it up.
“Ummm…. yeah. I like coffee.”
She reached beneath the counter and brought out a bag of Starbucks coffee, unopened, and handed it to me.
“Here. I think I have too much of it now.”
When I walked in the door at home with Thai food and a bag of Starbucks beans Ken looked at me funny and I said, “I know. I’m the only person who can go out for Thai food and come back with free coffee.”
Another strange incident happened yesterday at school where our social worker, the sweetest and most meek person I’ve known, was interpreting for a deaf parent (she dated a deaf guy once and learned it) where the son had gotten in trouble the day before. As the guidance deans were sitting there with the referral the boy had gotten I got a kick out of Carrie’s changing demeaner to reflect attitude since she has to interpret not only each word, but the emotion behind them. Her neck was moving in a circle and her whole body was into it.
Then, she had to interpret what the student said that got him in trouble. She signed most of it, but had to spell out the last word.
And then he told the other student that he was gay and he should just go find his boyfriend and give him a B-L-O-W-J-O-B.
The mother looked confused about the last word and raised her hand to indicate that she didn’t understand that word. Carrie signed the phrase Do you understand? and the mother shook her head “no” so Carrie, sweet darling woman that she is, had to simulate a blowjob by leaning her head over and pretending to be in the act.
No one else could keep a straight face. Poor girl.
Again, I looked for the camera. Why isn’t it around when I need it?
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What does B-L-O-W-J-O-B spell?
Yeah, that’s more of a video camera moment.
It’s bad enough having to spell out Blowjob for a parent. I can’t even imagine having to mime it.
i had one of these moments the other night! check out my blog titled why me? for more….i guess i have a new embarassing moment to add to my list!
Peace!
LOL! Poor thing. But she obviously is up to the task of being a social worker. The sweetest, kindest people pick social work for a profession and then the rest of us inundate them with our bad selves. Our SW at work is such a sweet guy and a devout christian. Has to listen to the rest of us talk about sex and say the F word day in and day out.
He never loses it. I suspect he just goes home and prays for us every night.
You do lead an interesting life Kelly. Anyone who can go into a Thai restaurant to order food and walk out with a bag of Starbucks has been tapped by the Universe as *Special*
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You must get one of those little digital cameras for your keychain to catch these moments!
Oy. How embarrasing! Hopefully if she gets put in that position again she could write it down and let the parents read it.
ha!
Hey Kelly!
I fianlly made it over to check out your other site…I must say I am IMPRESSED!! I will have to come back and read some more…
HUGS!!
OMG! I couldn’t have done that! LOL That’s too funny! No camera, huh?
Hugs!
That poor woman. I’m sure that miming sexual act isn’t in her job description. Talk about traumatic!
YOU should be carrying a video camera for these little vignettes. You could be a clipblogger with the funny stuff you run into!
The things we do for education!!! lol That has got to be one of the most embarassing moments ever. I would freak if that had happened to me.
Okay, that’s where I would’ve taken some creative license as a sign language interpreter. I could’ve come up with lots of options:
“find his boyfriend and give him a…”
- massage.
- piece of his mind.
- good talking to.
- friendship bracelet.
- subscription to Netflix.
ANYTHING but miming that!
Oh my word. I’d have been mortified if I had to sign that. Yikes. Poor girl!
Very funny! Poor girl, I cannot being more embarassed, it seems like a movie scene.
I thought you were going to say the girl from the restaurant recognized you from your blog.
The other day this nice young lady was being very helpful at Claire’s and I thought of you. I thought she looked a bit like you. Has that happened yet?
Regarding an earlier post….
Glad the other geek bloggers didn’t maul you with their freakishly strong typing fingers. I practice by putting weights on the back of my hands and pumping the fingers up and down. You know. just to be able to type for hours without tiring. ; )
Nora
Oy. Poor woman. Hopefully if she’s ever in that situation again she can just write it down and show it to the folks a little more discretely.
Ordinarily I would be howling over the blowjob simulation, but I’m still flabbergasted over the coffee. If I could have seen the look on Ken’s face when you brought that home with the Thai food…
I completely LOVE that she had to do that. Really. It’s liek when you have to write “Fuck” on a referral–you feel liek yo’re doing something you shouldn’t.
She bent over? Towards someone? Hi-llarious!
About your blogger convention: my brother met his last girlfriend on the internet. Yes, she was a psycho, and no, she didn’t murder him. Just your run-of-the-mill psycho girlfriend.
Shouldn’t you be on vacation by now?
KM
Holy shit. that is one dedicated social worker. She deserves an award or something for that. sheesh
: ) Sue
It probably wouldn’t have helped your poor social worker friend to sign “fell” then “A” and then “show” would it. I’m guessing that, too, would be lost on the confused mother.
I always wanted to learn sign language and to be a SW. Congratulations on admirably scaring me off ever doing EITHER! PMSL…. poor woman. I feel so sorry for the SW and the confused Mum. But sheesh how do you NOT know what a BJ is? Seriously? Is she a nun? Nah I reckon even they know what a BJ is, in theory. I’m going before my dirty mind runs off with me and I really say something naughty
Tell the truth, we all know you detoured via Starbucks and bought the bag of coffee! LOL! How come I never get free stuff like that?
Sorry for the duplicate comments. I submitted the first one and never saw it post. Next time I’ll be more patient!
That’s so funny i hurled. Insert camera, turn….blink, blink.
Oh my God! I think I would have died on the spot if I had to do that! I just spit coffee all over my computer desk!
OH MY GOD! YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY IMAIGINE THE LAUGHTER that resulted from my reading this entry! ROFLMAO kinda laughing!
I have worked with MANY sign intepretors over the years and I could not imagine seeing them have to explain in Pantomime “the act” in order to make the definition clear to the students or the parents. JUST GAVE ME THE BIGGEST GIGGLE OF THE WEEK!
Thanks hon!
Love ya,
Ron
Did she poke her tongue into her cheek to simulate the bulging cock in mouth portion of the BJ as well? That is too funny. How in the world did i get here? oh ya….littlerockbarnyard
Oh MY Gosh. This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. Granted, it’s only 10am but what a riot. I’m glad I found you. I have no idea how, but I’ll be back for SURE. I’ll be thinking of this one all day.
Regards!
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