Being between adventures means I'm currently biding my time back home while I figure out my next move. Yes, I've become a regular George Costanza: "Hi, I'm Travis, I'm unemployed and live with my parents…" Trust me, the ladies love that one. But, that's not really here nor there as far as this little tale is concerned. What is relevant is that while home, I've been helping my dad with some computer work at his office. Over the weekend, I had to stop by Office Depot or Staples or some sort of crappy all-in-one store for some parts for said project. While I was busy not finding what I was looking for, a girl walked over in my direction, furrowed her brow and pointed at me until we reached the point of mutual recognition. Turns out it was my first girlfriend, circa junior high/high school.
As we're bumbling through the semi-awkward 'try to catch up in 5 minutes but where the hell do you start since you haven't seen each other since high school moment' she reaches into her purse and pulls out her cell phone. In my mind I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt, ok, maybe she just wants to get my contact info so we can continue catching up another time under more planned circumstances.
Nope, just being rude. So I completely shut down my side of the conversation and waited for what had to be the world's most important text messaging interaction to complete. I don't see you for 14 years and you can't give me five minutes of genuine attention? Nice seeing you too.