At work tonight (how many entries can I possibly start with that line? I need a new intro!), there wasn’t much going on. I grabbed a pint of Cappuccino-and-Caramel-and-awesome Häagen-Dazs, which is super marked down because nobody buys it, pulled up a couple cases of beer to sit on, and chilled out.
Since there weren’t any orders coming in, no one in the whole place had anything to do. The boss had just left, and so things got crazy. Long story short, one of the cooks, who’s skinnier than I am, perched up on the metal counter, hands curled underneath his armpits, and squawked as loudly as he could. One of the drivers then picked him up and attempted to place him in a trash can.
But I am telling this story because the subject of “the American” came up, and the guys started grilling me about all the things they didn’t know. No one had ever asked me what I studied.
I said,
“Well, in America, mostly anthropology. Here in Germany, it’s pretty much just been computer science.”
That’s the standard answer for when I’m asked, which is rather often. What I received in return, however, was an absolutely epic answer.
“Anthropology… you mean, like, Stargate?”
I was floored. Yes. Yes, anthropology is exactly freaking like that. Well, I wish it were, anyway. But, I mean, he got the idea right!
I will never forget this conversation, and I hope you don’t, either.
buy that person a beer for me
Dude, I might buy a 5000L barrel of beer for him and roll it through town to Joey’s. And when I do that, I promise to carve your name on the side of it.