Questions of Etiquette: Do I give you the ass or the crotch?

Every Wednesday I go to my grandmothers house, pick her up and take her out. Since she’s senile, the only gain she gets from her point of view is that she’ll forget what we see. I took her to watch Brokeback and I really didn’t expect it to be that graphic and Good God, I didn’t need to see two hot actors lovin’ each other up (especially with old nelly sitting next to me). The worst part of it is, is that she is a huge cussing bigot. She thinks that every race – except for Native American – goes to Hades. So after the movie, we’re sitting in Applebee’s and I can hear her tiny old-lady voice over the raging truck drivers hitting on the waitresses saying how gross homo’s are. Gee, maybe I should pre-watch the movies I take her too or at least make sure its not R-rated. This is how much my life sucks… Wednesday nights with grammy is all I have to look forward to during the week of studying, work, and classes.

The head maintenance guy at work, by the name of Steve, used to be cool. I thought of him as dad type with kids and stuff. Then he pulls a 180 guy thing on me and starts hitting on me. Ugh. He’s almost 50 and he smokes about a pack a day – his teeth even look old and yellow. So now I don’t like him; which means I keep the conversation to a minimum and I don’t even look at him when he enters the room. He’s the type of guy that will ask, “Hey Marcella, did I piss you off or something?” I’m like, “No.” He’s like, “Are you sure? You’re kind of acting strange.” Then I’m like, “ No Steve, you didn’t piss me off.” If I had said yes and explained to him that I think that he’s a pervert, there would be animosity in his presence everyday. I would rather not have him talk to me at all – the previous scenario will do just that.

I ran 2 and ¼ miles today. It was awesome because the ultimate Frisbee team was practicing on the football field while I was running around them, which made the whole running thing a little less painful. I tried for 3 miles because I wanted to look cool in front of the Frisbee guys, but my lungs were like trying to blow air in deflated balloons from and inch away from the opening.