I'm prettier than you are.
Sunday, 4 August 2002
Cakewalk

Dear Mr. So Completely Nondescript That I, Someone Who Ordinarily Notices Even The Most Minute Of Details Of Others' Appearances, Even If Given Only Five Seconds To Observe, Can't Even Remember The Color Of Your Hair:

Whenever I leave my apartment, I am bombarded with all manner of blatherskite and bullshit almost as soon as my sassy strappy sandals hit the pavement. I am treated to a deluge of darling com(pli)ments, ranging from the outright and intelligible (but not necessarily intelligent), i.e. "Oh my GOD!" "Gorgeous!", and "YES!!!" to the mumbled and semi-intelligible, i.e. "Mmmpphhthhh beautiful phhtthhmmpphh" to clucks, whistles, groans, and oh too many non-word permutations to even consider listing.

Rarely do I respond to these asinine utterances. Indeed, I instantly regard anyone who thinks it's cute 'n' clever to offer anything other than a standard greeting, as a supreme jackass not even worthy of an eyebrow raise. (In case you're a little confused, a "standard greeting" is nothing more than a simple "Hello", "Hi", or "Good [part of the day]."

So why would you think that, out of the scads of idiotic remarks that I receive every time I set even one toe outside my door, your pathetic, sibilant, persistent "Pssssssssttt!!!" was going to be the one to which I would respond? Especially since you chose to share your delightful comment not as I came face to face with you but after I'd already passed.

You are forgettable. Your method of attention-getting is hackneyed. I mean, hey, if you feel compelled to utter something, at least be original. Come up with something good, like this, which a suave guy once offered in Philadelphia, in a voice that was reminiscent of Barry White:

Hey, Snowflake. How about some ... chocolate cake ... that's already baked ...

And say it to my face, the way this guy did, so when I laugh at your comment, you can laugh back and smile. Although his offering took the cake, I didn't take it or eat it, but at least I remembered it.

Just a suggestion, Mr. SCNTISWONETMMOFOOAEIGOFSTOCERTCOYH (if indeed that is your real name).

xoxo,

fresh-baked at 11:24 AM
Comments

As a completely different non-descript guy in another metropolitan area altogether, let me say that your point is duly noted. Also, the one-second rule will be observed at all times. Especially when I'm with my wife (I can hear those "eeeewwww!!"'s through my PC speakers already).

Offered by: tim on August 5, 2002 9:51 AM

Eeeeewww! *cringe*

So far I've only gotten a solitary "Hey, Red" on the streets of Boston. So either Bostonians are more polite or I'm uglier - either way is just as well.

But you DO retort so exquisitely scathingly...

Offered by: revolution9 on August 4, 2002 7:56 PM

lol. I'm having deja vu. ;)

Offered by: alie on August 4, 2002 6:40 PM

Oops. The above was me, Shawn, using Kel's computer--though I'm sure she'd second me.

Offered by: Shawn on August 4, 2002 4:27 PM

As IF, Tess!

Offered by: Kelly on August 4, 2002 4:26 PM

I've never been so happy to be butt ugly in all my life! Hahahah...

Offered by: Tess on August 4, 2002 4:12 PM

Another outstanding post. And I love the purple signature. Such style and class and good writing, all in one place. Sigh. If I bent that direction, I'd probably be in love with you.

Offered by: Desert Mermaid on August 4, 2002 4:12 PM

You can't see it, but I'm applauding. Standing up. And I don't go around "standing" for just any old thing.

This happens every twelve seconds in Manhattan, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. And it's always the same approach too: "'ey, mama!" or "Girl, you maaaad cute" or that cringe-inducing "psssst". Once the guy followed me for five blocks asking me what he could get for sixty bucks. (And I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, so I don't know where the hell that came from.) Well, for sixty bucks, you could probably afford a shower. Go for it.

Offered by: Jess on August 4, 2002 3:44 PM