Can't touch me!

Oh, my sainted biscuits!
And just when I was ready to give up on Video-Ezy.

I felt really restless just now, in spite of my earlier claim (see previous entry) that I am more motivated and energised this week. So I decided to take a trip to Video-Ezy (the outlet, not the person) NOT to see Video-Ezy (the person), but to rent out Arrested Development, the series I'm currently addicted to. If Veronica Mars is my favourite drama, AD is my favourite comedy, and between the two, I'm hard-pressed to name either the superior - so I shan't.

Anyway, I digress. I had sort of given up hope on Video-Ezy (the person), because the last two times I went (I didn't blog about these two trips for two reasons; firstly they were uneventful and disappointing, and secondly I have decided to take some of the criticism I have been receving - mostly from myself - to be a bit less shameless in my blogging - no one really wants to know boring shit like this.) convinced me nothing was going to come out of it. So I headed to Video-Ezy (the outlet) with the express and sole intention of acquiring AD. No more, no less. I expected nothing more than a quiet night of hilarity and soft, gentle belly-ripping guffaws.

I popped into Video-Ezy (the outlet, not the person; and unfortunately since he is a guy I can't make a dirty joke out of this :p - oh wait I can. But no, NO. Let's NOT go there, please.) and Video-Ezy (the person, not the outlet) was there. He was all friendly, all "Hi, how's it going?" - his catchphrase. So I say my catchphrase, "Good, thanks! (you asshole, you ignored me last week and yet another time snatched the DVD I was returning out of my hand like a rude, bitchy salesgirl)"

I took my time to pick out my DVDs. AD season 1 disc 2, and Mysterious Skin, a movie I've been wanting to watch for a while because I heard it's really good. Meanwhile a couple of loud-mouthed yankees strut around the store yelling to each other, "Hey man, have you watched Sideways?" or "Hey man, let's rent that, I heard it's good man." or "Hey man, this hot chick takes her top off in this - let's get it man!". Wait - did I just say "loud-mouthed yanks"? That's pretty darn redundant. It's like saying French people smell bad or Chinese people are money-faced and Singaporeans are kiasu. It's understood (man), no need to say it again (man).

So the loud-mouthed yanks go before me renting $9.95 of what I can only imagine must be frame after frame of car explosions, beer-guzzling gun-toting kung-fu theatrics and topless chicks. BREAK TIME! I need to get some brain-bleach.

Finally the yanks depart, and the store is nice and quiet and Video-Ezy (the person) can now say to me "Hi, how's it going?" AGAIN without yelling at the top of his voice. I, too, can say "Good thanks" without shouting, which is nice, because I don't have a particularly strong voice.

A nice quiet silence falls as he scans the DVDs and removes the security devices.
"So how was your day?" he asks. I appreciate his concern. Because that is the freaking third (albeit differently-phrased) time he's asked me that in the twenty or so minutes I've been there. But of course I'm pleased - if that came across as bitter and bitchy, just know that I dress everything up with a thick layer of cynicism and negativity. It's a bitter salad to swallow, but it keeps my soul nicely malnourished and fashionably anorexic, so there you go.

"Good, thanks" is my reply. For the freaking third time.

Another silence, which I refuse to describe with an adjective because I always get it wrong. I don't read people and situations well. So as best as I can go, it's non-descript silence.

I feel anti-social and unfriendly, so I decide to say something.
"Actually, I have school tomorrow." while nodding towards the two DVDs, one of which is an overnight loan, so I have to watch it tonight or I'm going to be wasting my money. And I have a practice SAC for English tomorrow so... SHIT.

And he laughs, and my immediate thought is, "God, he's cute."
And he says, "It doesn't matter." It's the exact phrase a suave, casanova-don-juan sort of guy would say with a wink and a sexy lay-on-the-charm smile, but he says it in such a guileless, straightforward manner that I cannot help but really like him for it. For being him, I mean.

"So are you in high school or..."
"I'm in Year 12." I don't know if I should have said this, but it's too late to take it back.
Then I ask whether he's studying as well.
"I'm in second-year uni" he says. (which would make him around 20 or 21. That's not that big a gap!)
"What course are you studying?"
"Geomatic engineering."
And I laugh and go, "Not that I know what that is."
So he gives me the low-down on what 'geomatic engineering is' bumbling and blabbering away about spaces and locations and then finishing off with a sheepish grin... "I bet that sounds really random."

I don't know what to say, so I just smile and shake my head and say, "See ya." (Why am I such a freaking idiot?! I should have asked where he's studying, possibly even take a crack at finding out what his name is) But I don't think I would have had been able to do it - at that moment I was like a mad horse - ready to bolt out of the door.

"See ya," he says.
Please mean that, Video-Ezy. You have no idea how much I want to.

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