Let me be the first to announce, I AM OFFICIALLY A JACKASS.
I had another story in mind for today's' terrible Tuesday episode, but something happened at lunch that made me decide to bring you a fresh tale only hours afterwards.
Okay I have blogged about the weird people and strange happening here at postal school. Remember the tin foil hat guy? But I do not let a few wackos change who I am. I still talk to people on the elevator. Matter a fact I'm the type of person who strikes up conversations with total strangers all the time. Elevators, grocery store lines, park benches. You name it. I wish a had a dollar for every time my wife has walked up while I'm in the midst of a conversation and then later say who was that? I usually respond with "Not a clue but he seemed nice," to which she'll roll her eyes and say You'll talk to anybody.
So there I was today riding an empty elevator when a guy gets on. I say something to the effect of "How's it going?"
He nods but says nothing, then promptly begins to stare at his toes.
I say, "How long is your class?"
I try again a bit louder, "What class are you taking?"
So I take the initiative. "I'm in IJP class. It's boring as hell but at least we get out early."
Still nothing. So as we get t the bottom floor I decide to have some fun. I nmena why not? My attempts to be nice had been as well received as a fart in a ... well an elevator.
"Well it's been nice talking at you. It's not often you find a friendly people here in Oklahoma."
He looks up as I'm talking and kind of frowns as we step off the elevator.
Halfway down the hall he stops and begins communicating with another guy -- In sign language.
Suddenly I felt like a jackass for thinking the guy was simply a jerk. I hope there is no karmic justice for my bad thoughts since I plan to hit the casino in a couple of hours and try my hand at a bit o' Texas Hold 'Em.
Wonder how you sign, Hello, my name is Travis and I'm an idiot?