Saturday, August 30, 2008
One thing I'm not
So I'm working with a group of nursing students last week and before getting busy we were making small talk. What was your previous job, where do you live, and so on. I mention that we live a few miles from Verizon near Noblesville. This peaks one guy's attention. He says that he used to go up there for a few days at a time...loved it...had a good time. When people say they come to Verizon for a few days at a time they're generally talking about Dave Matthews, Phish, or the Grateful Dead. Another guy mentions that he can't believe it's been six years since Jerry Garcia died. Without missing a beat, it just spills out of my mouth that it was actually August 1995. I impressed even myself. The first guy looks a little confused, but I proceed to explain. "Yeah, I was camping with a girl who was absolutely heartbroken." Now he looks even more confused. He says, "I would have never pegged you for a deadhead." It sounded...well, something...when I told him that I wasn't a deadhead. It was cross country camp.