Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Converse With Me at Your Own Risk

Today, my co-worker came to my desk with an apron. Apparently some event company she's involved with gave it to her. She came by to discuss a comment made by another co-worker of ours, who felt that giving an apron as a gift to a woman is sexist. Something to do with our place being in the kitchen or something. Which it is. But anyway, she wasn't offended, because she likes to cook and, hey, free apron.

I had nothing to add on the sexist/not sexist debate. What I did say was, "You know what would be good? A bottle of sangria!" Understandably she looked at me like I had three heads. This is because that comment seems random to anyone not living inside my head. But it made perfect sense to me because this is what was happening inside my head:

An apron as a gift? You could put an apron in a basket with maybe a rolling pin or some cookie cutters or something. That would make a nice gift. One time I got a nice gift in a basket. It had pasta and some sauce and a bottle of sangria in it. Oh, sangria!

But of course, the actual conversation went more like:

"Check out my apron."
"I like sangria!"

This is why I know that if you don't like me, it's not because you think I'm boring.

3 comments:

mrsteve said...

I know that "Amber has three heads" look. I've administered it myself once. Maybe twice.

But you really don't want to go mano a mano with me on non sequiturs - I'll make all three of your heads spin.

So no blogging on your expedition to the wild northlands? No Candy Mountain map? No Cheese stories?

amberance said...

I did go to Candy Mountain, but they didn't take my kidney. They just turned the heat up to max and sent the bugs after me.

Anonymous said...

I totally feel you on the train of thought in my head vs. actual conversation with other humans.