5/29/05

5/15/05

illu -STATION

5/9/5

This morning, I was running late for work, so I went to the corner of Houston and C to get a cab. I was almost to the corner, and I saw a cab waiting at the light, so I picked up my pace a bit in order to catch the cab before the light turned green. There was a dude walking slightly in front of me, who didn't seem like he was going to need a cab. As soon as I started to lightly jog towards the cab, this dude in front of me breaks out into a sprint and jumps into the cab that I wanted. And when he gets in, he sits down and stares straight ahead! Of course, I wanted to stare him down. I was NOT trying to race this guy. I didn't even know that he was interested in taking a cab at ALL! It almost seemed like it was not his intention to take a taxi at all this morning, but instead he has a competition trigger. He couldn't stop himself from winning the cab! He might as well have just tagged the cab and then cheered or something.

Nerd.

I think I'll start carrying around ribbons for competitive people.

Like, when someone you're having a normal conversation with starts to argue a really minor point to an extreme.

Here's an example --

You're like: I really like these salads with the mesculin mix of greens!
And they're like: I believe that's an organic field mix.
Then you're like: Oh. Okay, cool. Maybe it's just a salad - -
And they're like: because it doesn't have frisee.
You: Frisee, huh?
Them: YES. FRISEE IS AN ESSENTIAL PART OF A MESCULIN SALAD MIX. AND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN AN ORGANIC SALAD AND A NON ORGANIC IS LIKE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SOMEONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO READ AND SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T. I ONLY EAT ORGANICS.

Jeez Louise!

So, this is the point in the conversations where I hand them the blue ribbon.

Or, if I really want to tick them off, the red.

This is gonna be fun.