The doorbell just rang, it was the UPS man with a package for my upstairs neighbor.
I asked him if he needed her to sign, but when he answered, “No, anyone can sign,” I don’t think he knew what he was getting himself into.
Whenever I think me being a space cadette has reached it’s all time high, I surprise myself by taking it to new levels.
After I signed my name he asked me, “And what’s your last name?” as if he were hoping to prompt some sort of action. I told him, so I was annoyed when he asked a second time. Right as I was shutting the door and thinking to myself, “Read your freaking tablet UPS man,” I came to the realization that he was asking because I only had signed “Molly.”
Suddenly I realized that I was the jerk.
The man was probably thinking, “Who do you think you are? Cher? Madonna? and if you’re going one-name only don’t you think you should pick something more original? I could walk down the street and find dozens of Molly’s…okay, maybe not on the street, but definitely at the neighborhood dog pound.”
I then proceeded to crack up by myself for about 5 minutes.
In other news, felt a little bit like I was skanking myself for democracy as I waited more than an hour to hear Adam Brody (and Joy Bryant) speak about why they support Obama. As a devout (first 3 seasons) OC fan, it was all worth it for that half a second of intense eye contact that (I think) Adam Brody and I shared.