2 posts tagged “gas”

So, I'm pumping gas. Another guy comes in, and is in the space opposite mine, you know, sharing the same pump. They're all double-sided, after all.

As he is waiting for his gas to fill his pathetic little tank, he looks over at my car, and notices my vanity plate.

"Hey! Is that your name on your plate?" I hear him say that. I don't want to talk to other gas pumpers.

"No."

"It's not? What does it say... Marc Book... no... MacBrook? You're not Mac? That's not your name?"

"Uh? Umm.. no. It doesn't say Mac Brook."

"Oh... Macbook... is that your name?"

Didn't we just go through this? "No, it's not my name, sorry." He wouldn't let up.

"What is it then?"

"Mac book." He stares at me, unaware of what a MacBook is. "It's a computer... a Macintosh."

"Oh!!!!! Oh, oh, I get it. Mac Book. Ok... yeah... so... what, like, you must work for Apple, huh?"

Maybe I should. I got asked that the other day in the Quiznos. "You work for Apple, don't you?" when they saw me wearing a shirt with an Apple on it. "No," I said then, and here again.

"No?" the gas pumper asked. "No, I don't."

"So, where do you work then?"

"That, my friend, is none of your business." I said, and promptly left. Why do people insist on talking and striking up a conversation at the gas pump? I don't mean  sound trite or mean, but come on... I don't think you should talk to strangers like that, pumping gas and all, unless you're like, well, really attracted to them. And something tells me this guy, nah, he wasn't into me.

Tonight X made a delicious soup from the Barefoot Contessa. It included lentils and cumin, a spice.

He asked "Where is cumin from? Africa?"

"I don't know," I said.

"We should look it up in the Wikipedia." Little comments like these make me smile. Like a sexy glance from across the room.

"Well, maybe someday we can just do that with nanotechnology... bring up the information on lentils just by thinking about it."

"No, I want a keyboard to look it up... have a terminal in each room of the house."

Private thought: that could be arranged...

So, I looked it up tonight. Green lentils have a lot of fiber. And cumin comes from the east Mediterranean to East India. According to Wikipedia, that is. And yes, it's used in African cooking, too. Oh, just read about it. Wikipedia link - cumin.

So, then the topic changed like real fast to my friend T who we recently saw, and his bogus announcement that during his high school years he didn't once pass gas. X said "Who was he trying to fool? That was so ludicris."

"I don't know," I said, wondering too, what kind of person doesn't have gas.

"The more gassy food you eat, the more gas you have," X professed.

"I see... well, he ate well in his school years, so there had to be gas. I'm sure of it."

But he told us "no," never had any until he was married. And he refuses to make noise about it.