Last night at Old C's, we had the Italian nachos (with extra banana peppers). And Rihannon reached for a few chips and one landed in her purse. She said she would save it for later when she got hungry. Do you know how much it KILLED ME? Talk about a perfect set-up for a movie quote.
"Uh, David, where are the nachos?"
But it would have taken too long to explain, and nobody would have gotten it anyway, because what twenty-something professional watches Angels in the Outfield? So I had to bite my tongue and wait for the conversation to move in a different direction. If only Laura had been there. It would have been another five minutes of "How do you take it?" and "Drop dead. I got sunscreen in my eye," and so on.
Eventually my new coworkers will catch on to the fact that my mouth spits out quotes before my brain can filter, and they'll adjust to the randomness. But no sense in overwhelming them while I'm still trying to fit in.