There's a concept in my culture known as "Persian time." If you have even attended a Persian concert event (or been dragged there by your parents), you will know that it NEVER starts on time. Being a cultural young lady, I tend to be late to parties, dinners, and class. I live about 30 minutes away from school. I usually sleep in and run 10 min to 45 min late every morning. If I'm already late, I will often stop for a coffee at Beaner's because... well, I'm already late - what difference will it make?One day I was running about 10 minutes late, so there were a few other stragglers outside when I pulled into the parking lot. I already got my skim vanilla latte from Beaners, and hurried towards the door. I was at the last set of stairs before you enter the building. A young gentleman in front of me was kind enough to hold the door open behind him for me. We will call him "J.A." I was just at the bottom of the stairs when he reached the door which meant he was holding open the door for an awkwardly long time. I hurry up the stairs in my spiffy pink Chuck Taylors, and promptly trip on the last step. My coffee slammed down on the ground, and the foam shot up everywhere. I start cracking up - after all, laughing is my coping mechanism for any and all stress.
J.A. rushes forward to see if I'm okay, but of course, I can't stop laughing. He helps me up, and kindly tells me that I have coffee in my hair. I say, "I know" and my laughter subsides as I realize that my lack of coordination is kind of embarrassing, and my face turns as pink as my shoes.
When I get to class, Ashot said, "Your jeans are ripped, that's really unprofessional." Such a nice boy, that Ashot. I look down and realize that not only are my jeans ripped but a little blood stained. I still wear the jeans, so if you see me and my ripped jeans, we can have a good laugh about this story. Make sure I'm in a good mood though because otherwise I might throw something at you.
--By Farrah, who went to Beaners this morning because she was already 4 hours late to school
6 comments:
thats freaking hilarious, great blog!
Good point Travis, it might have been a starbucks. It's surprising how far out of my way I will go for a skim vanilla latte. Also, I'm a big clutz . This has probably happened to me so many times I can't remember them all and they've all blurred together in my head.
Persian Time... I love it! When I am punctually challenged, I find it helps not to think of it as being late for a class, but rather being really early for the next one.
Farrah, these stories make you even more endearing and quirky to me. That's what I have been searching for in a friend for all these years - a hybrid of wit, funniness, weirdness, and a love for Red Lobster. I didn't know I would find it here, in Toledo, a barren wasteland of tears, drugs, snow, and broken dreams. Thanks for being there for me.
Your humble servant in Islam,
MarIeM
Yay! Persian time! I like all things about Persians! Especially concerts.
It's Klutz - with a K. Get your yiddish right or you'll get B Bo all ferklempt.
P.S. My favorite thing about Persian concerts is Anna-Liisa - she's #20.
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