Over the weekend, I was in the American Apparel on Broadway, killing time between Blue Man shows. While mulling over the new color choices for their smashingly
, I ran into an improv
friend I hadn't seen in far too long. (She mentioned that she'd been one of the many arbitrary Apiary-clickers the weekend of the 17th
, and was surprised to have been directed to my blog). We chatted for a while, then she went to pay for her green hoodie
while I stayed in the pants, etc, section. Minutes later, I decided nay on the unitard
, and headed to the cashwrap
with a pair of blue pajama pants. Improv
lady was still in line, and didn't notice me right away. When she did, we both started giggling, and there were too many people between us to resume our conversation. She seemed to realize that this was almost
feasible, and attempted several times to reinitiate
conversation. Each time, she would open her mouth, think better of it, and fall silent. This only made us giggle harder. When she got up to the front of the line, the cashier looked back and forth between us, with a vague look of "what did I do?" on her face. Improv
lady laughed almost out loud while she paid with a credit card, signed the receipt
, and took the bag. As she left, she turned around. "Bye Jen!" she called out. "Bye Rebecca
!" I replied.
About 4 minutes later, when it was my turn to pay, the semi-friendly cashier asked rhetorically, "ok
, so you two know each other?" I paused. Then I cleared my throat, shook my head and tried to look confused. "Unh
uh. No." I wasn't necessarily trying to mess with her- I just think it's funny not to honor the implication of a rhetorical question.