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Actual Human Interactions Witnessed Or Overheard
In  Twentieth  And  Twenty-First  Century  America

Sting Bros

5/12/2020

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​I have a writing project I need to work on, but first Comrade and I will have a late breakfast.

Ok, the water has boiled over slightly, dampening one burner, and this has, somehow rendered all the burners useless, while not impacting the oven. No problem, I'll just use some matches to ....

There are no matches or lighters in the house.

Is Comrade the first person I've dated for more than a month that doesn't smoke?

Comrade and I decide to have some cereal for breakfast and watch some Brooklyn 99.

About three minutes into the episode, a wasp and a bumblebee find their way into the apartment. Selina is delighted. Motherfucker doesn't pay attention. Comrade and I briefly try and figure out a way to open the window without interacting with wasp and bumblebee before leaving the house to go buy a lighter for the stove and Raid for the flying pests. Not to be mixed.

Bread is purchased. Provolone is purchased. Milk is purchased. A grill lighter is purchased. Wasp, Yellowjacket & Hornet Killer is purchased.

An Ignorance of Bros hang out by the corner of the store, less than two feet apart not wearing masks. I consider spraying them with Raid.

I read the packaging on the Raid and realize it will be super unhelpful as it is an outdoor spray and would be dangerous even to incredibly intelligent cats. Selina would be doomed.

Knowing my feeling on wasps and hornets, Comrade volunteers to go in to try and "Rambo those bastards. Oops, is that hate speech?" (This is a Dr. Bobby joke that has somehow crossed over to Comrade, even though the two have never met, or even talked to each other.)

I sit in the hallway, looking at my phone while I hear sporadic noises from the apartment. Soon, Comrade comes out of the apartment in goggles, his facemask, and oven gloves, holding a balled up paper towel, which he carries outside. Thus is the bumblebee reintroduced to the wild.

Comrade pulls of his facemask when he comes back in. "Selina is useless. The wasp was having trouble flying when I went in, and she was just looking at it real close. Not even trying to paw it, just watching it hover and fall. I whacked it with the paper towel roll, but it escaped into the shades for a few seconds before reemerging. Then I whacked it to death with the paper towel roll. Want to see it?"

No.

It has now been about two hours since I set out to get some writing done. The cereal is, of course, ruined, even if I didn't suspect it had been massively tampered with by the sting bros. But I have a lighter, and, lo, I manage to reignite the stove.

First, however, I have to pick up the kitchen since someone (and Comrade swears it was Selina, while we were out) has destroyed the kitchen by first knocking over the trash can, and then distributing the trash to the previously garbage deficient portions of the kitchen.

By the time the kitchen is cleaned, and the now late lunch is prepared, the writing is no longer on the schedule. The wasp's descendents will be hearing from my lawyers re: lost wages.

Oh shit. The wasp's descendents are my lawyers?

This seems weirdly famliar.
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Laundry All The Time

9/27/2019

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Dude: Hey.

Me: Hey, there. Long time, no talk. How's it going?

Dude: Good. Super horny. You?

Me: I'm doing laundry. The unsexiest chore.

Dude: I bet you could make it sexy.

Me: I don't think so. Dryers can't consent.

Dude: Our conversations never go the way I hope.

Me: Sorry, but I am like this All The Time.
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How I Talk To My Cats Is My Prerogative

3/16/2017

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Dude: Why do you only talk back to one of your cats?

Me: Huh?

Dude: You're always telling Selina to shut up, but you talk to Goose all the time.

Me: Well...it's like living with two musicians. Motherfucker is like Macy Gray. She has an interesting voice but she doesn't talk or sing a lot, so you can have short conversations, and occasionally hear her quietly singing one of her many songs to herself.

Me: Selina is like Whitney Houston, if Whitney Houston were the type of person who ran around the house at three in the morning repeatedly singing only the final chorus of "I Will Always Love You" at the top of her lungs.

Dude: I guess that makes you Bobby Brown.

​Me: Shut. Up.
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Trust Me, If There Were A Young Avengers Movie, We'd Be Going To See That Instead

3/2/2017

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​Me: Hey, I don't want to cut you off, but I'm meeting up with my roommate to go see the new Logan movie.

Dude: Fine. Abandon me in my moment of crisis

Me: It's not a crisis. Just. I don't know. Figure it out. You don't want to be forty and heavily identifying with Kelly Clarkson lyrics.

Dude: I'm thirty-two. YOU'RE almost forty.

Me: I've got to go.

Dude: Oh, do you have to go see the matinee version of OLD MAN LOGAN.

​Me: Just remember, when he breaks up with you. It's your fault, and you're going to die alone. WELL BEFORE YOU REACH FORTY.
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SHM Searching For SLM For Long Days Sitting On Hot Rocks, Eating Crickets

12/25/2016

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Talking online.

Dude: Him? He bugs me out.

Me: Why? I think he's kind of cute.

Dude: Why are you attracted to men who move like they're descended from lizards?

Me: I'm not.

Dude: You are.

Me: Whatever.

Dude: Are we still hanging out for New Year's?

Me: Nah, I've got plans.

Dude: With who?

​Me: I'm hanging out with some of my exes.
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Depressed Dude

10/12/2016

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Since Dude lives nearby and has the same awful sleep schedule as I do, he sometimes texts me at weird hours to hang out. Not as a booty-call, actually hanging out. Often somewhere along the bike path that connects our neighborhoods. Tonight, after the usual Hey Here's This Thing I'm Doing That's Exhausting Me, Why Do We Have To Work For A Living, Men Sure Are Awful Except For Us Of Course, We Should Hang Out More talk, Dude starts to get super sad.

Me: What's up?

Dude: Nothing. I was working on a song tonight and it reminded me of someone I used to be close to.

Me: Ok. That's what songs do, though.

Dude: Yea.

Silence.

Me: What song?

Dude: "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now."

Me: Ah, I love that song. It reminds me of someone I used to go to high school with.

Dude: Was he super depressed all the time?

Me: No, he was always super happy. He was one of those infectiously nice people.

Silence.

Me: So, probably, yea. He was probably depressed. High school sucks.

Dude: Yea. Do you talk to him at all?

Me: Not in years. Last I knew he was in, I'm not kidding, a Smith's cover band in New York.

Silence.

Me: Do you know him?

Dude pulls out a cigarette.

Me, thinking he's about to unload some shit about how this guy dumped him or how their love crumbled or one of our occasional discussions of Exes We Are No Longer Friends With: My senior year, we entered a lip sync contest and did a routine from Animaniacs. I was Wakko Warner, and he lent me his blue nightshirt that hung down below my knees. I think I kept that nightshirt until I moved to Boston. Like, what high school student had a nightshirt in the 90s? I am definitely going to look him up on Facebook tonight.

Dude: Was his name Will?

Me: No. It was...Billy.

Silence. Intense drag on cigarette. No eye contact.

Me: Oh.

Silence.

Me: How did he die?

Dude: Don't look him up on Facebook.

Me: Ok.

Silence.

Me: Are you ok?

Dude: You went to High School with him?

Me: Yea. We were in a couple of plays together, we both sang in chorus--

Dude: You were in chorus?

Me: Yea.

Dude: I'm not sure whether it's weirder that you knew Will or that you were in chorus in high school.

I shrug.

Dude: Did you guys...were you ever...?

Me: No. Just friends. I wasn't out in high school. I guess neither was he. Though I don't think either of us would be surprised to find out the other was gay.

Dude: He wasn't gay. He was pan.

Me: Ok.

Silence.

Dude: He loved Everyone.

Silence.

Me: Are you sure you're ok?

Dude: Yea. I'm more weirded out that you knew him than I am sad anymore.

Me: Glad I could accidentally help.

Silence.

Me: Accidental emotional help being my specialty.

Dude: And singing, apparently.

Me: I was happy in a haze of a drunken hour but heaven knows I'm miserable now.

Dude hugs me.

Dude: I have to get some sleep.

Me: I think that's off the table for me tonight.

Dude: Sorry. I had no idea you knew him.

Me: It's a small, cruel, miserable world.

Dude: Don't say that.

Me: Ok. It's a vast, unknowable world filled with a variety of locations, some wonderful, some awful?

Dude: Do you need to come over to my place?

Me: No. I'm ok. You're the one who's sad. Do you need me to go over to your place?

Dude: We'd wake up my roommates.

Me: Oh?

Dude: Talking.

Me: Yea. I thought that was a really weird time to bring up sex.

Dude: Good night, then.

Me: Yea. Want me to text you tomorrow? I'm working until 1ish, but I don't have to work on Thursday.

Dude: Whatever.

Me: See ya.

Dude: Don't look him up.

Me; The more you say it, the more I have to know why.

​He waves his hands dismissively at me as he walks away.
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I Refused To Use A Pun In This Title

8/28/2016

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Dude: Sorry, today I'm only speaking to people who use puns.

Me: A good pun is its own reword.

Dude: I'd like to reward you but I can't, sir.

Me: Well, if you change your mind I'm always on call just text me.

Dude: I don't get that one.

Me: Can't sir = Cancer, On call, just = Oncologist

Dude: Was that off the cuff?

Me: More or sleeveless.

​Dude: ...

Me: Yea, that one was pretty average. I'll C myself out.

Dude: Welcome BACK.
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The Case Of The Saucy Sarsparilla

8/21/2016

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Dude (via text): I don't think I've ever seen a picture of you not wearing that hat.
Me: It's surgically attached.

Dude: Why?

Me: Freak ballooning accident. It's a long story. It involves deviled eggs, a flying Delorian, and a case of sarsparilla.

Dude: Nobody has a case of sarsparilla. This isn't the nineteenth century.

Me: I *said* there was a balloon and a flying Delorian. Clearly, time travel was involved.

Dude: Your hat has a very complicated origin story.

Me: Your mom has a complicated origin story.

Dude: I'm going to sleep.

Me: You didn't even ask about the deviled egg.

Dude: I said Good Day, Sir.

Me: No, you didn't.

Dude: ...

Dude: ...

Dude: ...

​Dude: I'm going to sleep.
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