Come back here again

The stupidity and the ignorance of some people comes in batches.

11:51 Phone rings, it's Chris asking me out for lunch (well, not actually out, as it's a bit gloomy out, but definitely away from my desk.

11:52 I jump up from my desk, hop excitedly towards elevators, remember I'm now on a second floor and taking an elevator DOWN is way more than lame, I sigh and take the stairs slightly less excitedly.

11:53 Chris turns, sees me walk through the door like an angel with a purple halo (too much cauliflower) and starts to build up a wide grin from ear-to-ear to prepare himself for 20 minutes of "happy".

11:54 we notice Jane in a cafe, sleeping with her head in a newspaper. She wakes up when we both scream Hellos and starts giggling again. She kept giggling since I saw her this morning. This is how our meeting went.

Jane: How guys, so let's start, How is xx?
Phil: Fine. I got a 100,000 phone calls this Friday about some issue.
Jane: hehe, ok. How is yy?
Rayana: Fine and fine
Jane: hehe, ok. How is zz?

This is where the conversation became slightly heated as the opinions of a zz status were slightly different. With the white noise in the background Jane turns to me in a do-you-see-what-i-have-to-put-up-with look. Me being me interrupts everyone with a Jamaican accent: I hear your pain, sista!

This is where all went wrong (or right). Jane had burst out laughing with those little breaks in between that sound like tiny snorts, when you know it's real and it aint going nowhere until it all comes out.

Jane: hahahaa, heheheheh, how is heheheheh abcd, hahaha, abcd, ahhahah.
As soon as she stops everyone else laughs in amuzement and that just charges her up even more...

so any who.... she was still laughing at 12 when we saw her in a cafe. she blames me for that... typical.

We decided to have lunch in a cafe. Sitting in a cafe downstairs I stupidly started a topic of Writers and Readers festival that Chris and I looked at this morning and thought would be nice to culturally educate ourselves by going.

This gave Jane a big burst of energy, not counting the second cup of coffee she was having.

Jane: Oh, I'm going to that too! Do you know that so-and-so will be doing a presentation at this and this?

I turn to Chris to ensure his stare is as blank as mine and in unison we reply: No.

Jane: And, I'm also going to Matthew Collins' presentation about this and that.

Now I heard a familiar name: Oh is that the guy that has a gallery?

Jane: Not JUST that! he also wrote "a fancy name of the book Chris and I didn't dream of reading". Did you read that?

Chris and I just look at each other. Don't know what he's thinking, I'm thinking I need to keep my mouth shut about cultural activities in front of Jane, as I definitely don't know a tenth of what she's talking about. Not that I don't want to...

Jared just kept munching with a smart upper-thigh face he usually has when conversations stir away from body, diet, body diet and ballroom dancing.

(Whilst Jane was talking, I actually saw Jared grab the plastic knife and try cutting his wrists underneath the table. -- edited by Chris.)

Chris: Umm... khem-khem.. I just wanted something basic. you know... not for me, for my friend.



And that is how we realize how ignorant we are, kids. I'm still going to the writers fest, but I will now be on guard for Jane :).