Jen

Sick. I just had an iced coffee and now my mouth feels like I have gross, stale coffee breath. Where are Altoids when I need them?

For the past couple of days, I have been strangely asked questions by one of the newer workers in the cafe by my work. She seems like a totally nice girl, but for some reason, her questions kind of put me off. Maybe it's because she doesn't really follow through with her part of the conversation. Example from two days ago:

Her: Is that your jeep out there?
Me: Yeah.
Her. What year is it?
Me: Hmmm, I think it's 2003.

She then goes back to work.

I kind of expected a response like "Oh, it's a nice car" or "I've always liked jeeps" or "Your sister's a whore." I don't know, just some kind of response.

Example 2 from today:

Her: Do you live on Pacific? (as in Pacific Avenue)
Me: Yeah, up in Venice.
Her: I saw your car parked on the street. You don't have parking?
Me: Parking's available for our place; I just don't want to pay for it.

She then goes back to work.

Am I wrong in thinking this is awkward? Am I supposed to ask her something back?

But I digress. . . For some reason, all this Billy Joel has brought back strange memories of when I used to be a bartender at this Sushi restaurant in Lincoln Park. Not all memories of that place are pleasant, but for the most part, the job itself was pretty decent. There was this one French waiter that used to complain about all the AC (adult contemporary) music we would play in the restaurant. All the other hip places had actual DJs. I remember him saying, "While other restaurants have DJ, we have BJ" as in Billy Joel, not that - please get your head out of the gutter. Anyway, he said it more than once and I always thought it was really funny.

I guess it's better to have Billy Joel on the brain as opposed to the whole month (I kid you not) that I couldn't stop thinking of "Bringing on the Heartbreak" by Def Leppard!