My night was so precious. Let me tell you why.
A colleague and I were leaving the office at the same time, and in the spirit of elevator banter I asked her, “so, any nice plans for this evening?”
“Uh. I’m supposed to go to a dinner. But I don’t want to.”
“Oh, why not?”
“I’m just not interested in this guy.”
“Well if you want you can join me in my exciting plans to make pasta and sit on my couch watching 30 Rock despite having seen every episode-I kid you not-at least 12 times.”
“I much rather do that. I really do not want to go out to dinner with this guy.”
The elevator doors open and let us out into the lobby.
“Well, the offer stands,” I say as we exit the building
“Seriously? Can I?”
I turn to her to verify that we’ve stepped from the politely hypothetical into the real. “Oh. Yeah, of course! Just tell him a work dinner came up and you can’t miss it or something.”
“Nah, I’m just not going to show up.”
“…you’re just going to stand him up?”
“Yeah. I think so. It’s not that big of a deal.”
So I taught my coworker how to make pasta (it’s a lot like cooking rice, dontchyaknow), what ingredients make up pesto sauce, that butter isn’t exactly eaten like cheese (although don’t we all kind of wish it were), and that you can eat cookie dough without baking it. I also introduced her to 30 Rock and gave her a brief bio on the life and successes of Tina Fey.
Oh, Tina. How I hope I make you proud sitting here alone on my couch, wearing my Helvetica t-shirt eating cookie dough straight out of the mixing bowl. Happy Anna Howard Shaw Day to you homegirl.
