And for damn good reason too!!!
Saturday night after the Dopefest here in Dallas, I went to a party. At that party I met a fascinating young girl who was very pretty and charming. We talked for a bit and towards the end as she was leaving I wrote my cell number on my business card and mentioned that she should call me. As she headed toward the door, she glanced down at my card and yelled out, “NO WAY!!”
I stammered out…what, whats the matter? She says, you’re that guy? Now I’m worried wondering what horrid shred of my reputation this young lady had gotten ahold of…she looks at my card again and says, “You work with my parents, and they’ve told me about you!” At that I believe all the blood drained from my face and I requested a last name…when I got it I just about died right there!!!
I do indeed work with her parents, not directly but for the same company in different positions. Her dad looks like an Irish guy, really nice, really friendly but he’s got one hell of a temper, not someone who’s bad side I ever want to see! Her mom is a very nice lady, one of the few coworkers I have that I like, actually I like both of them and I think thats mutual so I guess its good.
Here’s the wierd thing…they transferred from our Houston location about a year ago and when they did, they told me they wanted me to meet one of their daughter’s and maybe show her around town and introduce her to a few people. That never played out, but at least I know from that they don’t consider me to be too bad…
Here’s where it gets embarrasing…she called me last night and left a v-mail on my cel. I called her back about an hour later and she answers(thank God, I just knew it would be a parent). We talked for a few seconds and then I ask where she is…she replies: “At Bennigans having dinner with my parents…” I hear them in the background say, “Hi, Ashton”…
Oh God…I’ve been locked in my office since I got here this morning. I know my face will go 7 shades of crimson upon them mentioning it…
What a small world…ya know?
-SS :eek:

