A conversation from work:
Co-worker A: Hey, how much does a liter of Jack cost?
Me: I have no idea - probably around $20?
Co-worker B: Hey, co-worker A, you should be more like Elise and her roomate, they're too good to drink (stated very condesendingly)
Me: What?
Co-worker B: Yeah, your roomate told me all about it, you two are all holier-than-thou churchy types who won't go and be baaad.
Me: Oh, is that how you get to be bad, you go drink?
Co-worker B: Well, um, yeah, I mean, you don't go out, right? Because you're too goood (barely salvaging his well-constructed argument)
Me: You know, you sound like a 12 year old.
Co-worker A: laughs
Co-worker B: Well, whatever, we're all going out tonight if you don't have church or something....haha! (as if this were the newest and funniest joke he had ever thought of)
Me: Alright, have a great time (dripping with sarcasm and said while rolling eyes)
Of course later on I thought of something I could have said instead, and this is about how it goes:
Me: As soon as my highest aspiration becomes being a 24 year old 7th-year sophomore in college, still active (very active) in my fraternity, making a hefty $6 an hour working about 15 hours a week as the only male at a day care, and getting drunk nearly every night, I will be sure to join you and be really really baaad. But until then, I think I'll try to scrape by with my boring, holier-than-thou policies of not getting trashed at every opportunity, graduating in a somewhat timely manner, and moving on to bigger and better things than the $6/hr partime daycare job.
yeah, that would have been good.
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