There is NEVER a happy ending.

All I wanted was ice cream. That’s all. Alas, too much to ask.

Went to the bookstudy tonight. Fortunately, didn’t have to tactile. Figures, since I was prepared this time with all my anti-bacterial gear. This week was difficult. Jeremy’s signing faster. I actually practiced a few times incase I had to tactile and still couldn’t get it right.

After hte meeting, I needed to vent, so Teresa and I went for ice cream. I almost said, “Let’s eat in the car,” but as we were walking back, she said, “Let’s sit here (outside table) for a bit.” OK, fine.

So I tell her the update on schtuff and also share my dream that I blogged the other day. I start talking about P. Diddy and how Paul’s interruptions ruined my chances with him. (Yes, I’m still holding a grudge.) So I’m getting ot the point where he proposed with the diamond-studded flip flop and the dream ended.

Just then, two bums come sit at our table. I had noticed one near the table with his dog, but mainly I noticed the dog, not the mutt on the high end of the leash.

The dog bum says, “Did they get married?”

I’m thinking to myself, “He is NOT talking to me.” I look over and he’s looking intently at us.

“Did they get married? I’ve been listening to the whole story over here. Are they married now?” says he.

Me: “Um… no.” (Considering one doesn’t exist.)

Dog Bum: “Aww. I was hoping for a happy ending.”

Other bum: “There’s no such thing as a happy ending… Is there?”

Me: “Umm… no.”

Incidentally, there are long pauses between the questions they ask and the answers I give. I’m trying to give the hint that I’m turned off by them trying to converse with us. Hint didn’t work as you can see.

Then I signed (or I think I signed), “No happy ending today.”

Dog bum: “I know a little bit of sign language.”

Me: “Oh, nice.” I was close to saying, “Like what?” Then I held my tongue. No way I’m keeping this convo going longer than it needs to.

Now there’s silence until the bums decide to speak again.

Dog bum: “Are you Chinese?”

(Kill me now.)

Me: “No.”

Dog bum: “Japanese?”

Me: “No.”

<pause> (‘Cause after all, what else is there?)

Dog bum: “Korean?”

Me: “Yes, but not really.” (Don’t even ask what that’s about. Isn’t it time for my train now?)

Teresa: “What time is your train?”


Me: “Soon.”

Teresa: “Shouldn’t we get going now?”

Me: “Yes.”

Dog bum: “Don’t let us scare you away.”

Teresa: “No, we just have to be somewhere.”

So we go. I didn’t think the dream entry would result in a sequel, but here it is.

Morals to the story:

  1. There are no happy endings.
  2. Always eat in your car.

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