Monday, October 6, 2008

Oooo, awkward...

Damn. I really didn't make a good first impression did I?

(This is me meeting one of Poppy's friends for the first time)

Rowan: So, how do you know Tom? Or Poppy?
Me: I know Tom through Poppy, and I know Poppy from Biology.
Rowan: So you knew Tom, and then you met Poppy?
Me: No, I met Poppy in Biology first, and then I met Tom, so now I know both!
Rowan: Oh right. So, what's your name?
Me: Bernie!
(he shakes my hand)
Rowan: (says something I can't hear, and leans over)
Me: (thinking he's trying to do that gangsta thing where you sorta half-hug the person, awkwardly does it, and ends up stabbing herself in the eye with his shoulder)
Me: Owww!
Rowan: uhh...no, I was just leaning over because I couldn't hear what you said your name was.
Me: oh, right. (laughs)
Rowan: So, how do you spell it?
Me: What, your name? I don't know your name.
Rowan: No...your name.
Me: What?
Rowan: HOW DO YOU SPELL YOUR NAME?
Me: Oh, right! b-e-r-n-i-e.
Rowan: What?
Me: B-E-R-N-I-E!
Rowan: Oh right!
Me: So, what's your name?
Rowan: Rowan. Like the tree.
Me: A tree?
Rowan: Like Mr. Bean. Rowan Tree.
Me: Mr...Bean?
Rowan: Yeah, Rowan. Like Mr. Bean.
Me: (forgetting Mr. Bean's name is Rowan Atkinson, not Rowan Tree, laughs) I thought you meant like an actual tree! We keep on having miscommunication!
Rowan: (puzzled) I do mean an actual tree.
Me: Like, a breed of tree?
Rowan: Yes.
Me: Like, a tree with leaves?
Rowan: ...yes. Ha, I keep a list of things named Rowan in my mind so I can compare it.
Me: (now really confused because I think that Mr. Bean's name is Rowan Tree) ....What?
Rowan: my name, Rowan, like Mr. Bean's name and like the tree.
Me: So, like the actor and like a breed of trees?
Rowan: ...yes. Mr. Bean. And there are some Rowan trees in the school. I'll show you some.
(Tries to show me the trees, unsuccessfully)
Rowan: see the one with the pale green leaves?
Me: (points) that one?
Rowan: No, that one.
Me: That one?
Rowan: No! No, look where I'm pointing...that one.
Me: What? I can only see one tree.
Rowan: (frustrated) No, no...right, stand where I am and look through that gap. Right there. That tree.
Me: So, not the first tree, not the tree with the big trunk, not the tree with the dark green leaves but the tree with the light green leaves?
Rowan: Yes.
Me: ...I can't see it. Sorry.
Rowan: How can you not see it? It's right there.
Me: I can't see it! There are only four trees!
Rowan: ...No, the small one.
Me: :S Right, I'll just look it up when I get home. It doesn't matter. But now I know your name is Rowan. Like the tree. And the actor.
Rowan: Yes. Yes, it is.
Me: Wow, we had some serious miscommunication for this ENTIRE conversation.
Rowan: Yeah.
*awkward silence*
Me: Well, see ya around!
Rowan: Bye...(cycles off)

So, all in all, that conversation was FUBARD. And I looked up rowan tree, and got a TON of different trees that all look different but are all apparently called rowan trees.

I hope I never, ever see him again.

3 comments:

Andy said...

FUBARD is gramatically incorrect.

Alex said...

Andy, after reading that train wreck of a conversation (which, with Bernie, isn't that uncommon), I think gramatical errors are the least of her literary worries.

Anonymous said...

I must admit, I got bored and didn't read it all. I did read the ending, and it is wrong.