Always.

I am a weirdness magnet. gillieweed can attest to this; if you're bored, check out her what happened in FL when I visited her.

Today was one of the rare days where I went to work but my sister (who works at the same place) did not. So I drove in alone, and decided to go to the Middle Eastern restaurant across the street for lunch because a) my sister never wants to go to Middle Eastern restaurants for lunch and b) I love Middle Eastern food. I brought a book in with me, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. The cover of the book is indicative of his humor--it's a naked Barbie torso, humiliating but funny, just like his stories (here's the cover on Amazon). I also brought my notebook, which contains all of the notes for my giant Riptide fic.

Anyway, I go inside, and surprise! I am the only customer.

The young Lebanese guy who is the host/waiter at the moment tells me that I can sit wherever I like. So I do, and he hands me the menu and points out the lunch specials, telling me I can have anything I want, "All for $7.95, baby." Er. Hard to resist.

So I ask for chicken kefta and a side of tabbouli, and rice & salad. I really like this little restaurant, and I'm so happy about getting a yummy lunch. I pick up my book.

"What are you reading?" asks the guy.

Ugh. I do not want to show him the cover of this book, because I know he'll be completely baffled. But I do, and he is. He asks what it's about. I have no idea how to convey the concept--I mean, I'm only about sixty pages into it, after all. "It's a guy writing about his life with his crazy parents," I say.

Not only is he baffled, but the image and my awful synopsis combine to provoke him into a bizarre monologue. I will attempt to recreate it.

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