The shit people say to me at work. I said I’m going to write it down so I am. Today I had a boy come to my counter and ask how I felt about spaghetti as I was ringing him up. I don’t have any real opinions, it’s spaghetti, it’s dinner. After saying this he goes into a story about how him and his roommate have been trying to coordinate a spaghetti dinner for weeks. Like they work different schedules and are having a hard time figuring out a night where they’re both home at the saw time. Then on the night where they manage to make a big ol’ spaghetti dinner is the night where roommate gets an emergency call from a friend to pick them up from the airport cause their ride bailed. Either way, roommate asked spaghetti boy to wait on cooking and eating until he got back. But that didn’t happen, apparently this spaghetti was too good to wait. So roommate got back and was absolutely crushed and felt betrayed that he would do such a thing. Now I’m invested in this story so I suggested why not just cook him another meal? Surely making a meal for him will make up for this utter betrayal? But no he told me, it wouldn’t be the same. But roommate did ask spaghetti boy for something to make up it. And apparently all would be forgiven if spaghetti boy would get my number for the roommate…..
This is the point where I feel betrayed. I was fucking invested in this story! It was playing out like a work of Shakespeare! Like man, if all you wanted was my number, why not ask? Why the dramatics? Was I to fall for your roommate over a tale of spaghetti and betrayal?