So I'm standing in the clothing section of the bookstore on campus yesterday trying to figure out which hideous outfit that I need to have for my cooking lab this semester when someone walks over to see if I need any help. I make some sort of sarcastic remark about how hot I'm going to look in this get up and then say that at least the cooks at Wegmans didn't have to wear these retard poofy hats. Cooks got to wear skull caps. And this kid asks me which Wegmans I worked at, and I said "Oh, I'm from Rochester." As if that's a response to his question.
"I'm from Rochester too, well outside Rochester, I'm from Hilton."
You've got to be kidding me, what are the chances that two people from such a small town would end up at such a small college? So of course I respond with excitment "I'm totally from Hilton too!" as if I have always loved Hilton and am so proud to hail from the small town. I'm pretty sure in my whole life that the only thing I'm ever proud of, when it comes to Hilton, is the apple fest. But we were talking about high school, and I was showing enthusiasm, it's probably just because it had been a couple days since I had socialized with anyone! So he asks me my name and what year I graduated, and it turns out that he is only one year behind me, but no shock here, he has NO IDEA who I am! And now I have to explain to him what a loser I was in high school and that I spent most of my time in the band room with my three friends! And that I am in now way shocked or offended that he doesn't remember me.
So we continue with our banter for another couple of minutes and then run out of things to say, and per my usual, I make it awkward and decide that it's time to leave before I put my foot in my mouth any further. All in all it was relatively productive day. I got my chef's outfit (which I look absolutely ridiculous in...pictures to come!) and I got my knife set. (I know what you are thinking, me and knives...not good, but I assure you that they will teach us how to properly use them, and I'm not like my brother so I wont be cutting any digits off!)
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Pretty cool! Well in case you didn't know...Wegmans made me wear a poofy black "barret" in the coffee shop starting last Christmas. I don't know if it's in all the stores or if they got rid of them since I quit in August but I feel your pain. Have fun cooking!
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