Totally slipped today and yo'd Whitecastle, as in, "Have a goodnight, yo." I caught myself half way and sort of mumbled the end, so it sounded more like "Have a goodnight, you." I believe that makes it more awkward, not less. If only I could translate my awkwardity into a marketable skill. I'd swim in coins a la McDuck.
And that wasn't even the dumbest thing that I committed today. I was in the medical library today when all the sudden, two clicks came over the PA system-- the PA system that no one even knew the library had-- so everyone knew it had to be important. "Attention library patrons," and imagine my surprise when they announced my name. Well, almost my name. There was a "Doctor" before it (I must admit, it sounded very nice). They uttered the page twice. First, I thought it was a funny coincidence. Then I realized that they wanted me and started freaking out. What could be so important that I'd need to be paged to the front desk? Not email. Not cellphone. They had somehow tracked me down into the library? Then the librarian announced that my ID was at the Circulation Desk. All fears fled at that moment and mortification set in as I made the walk of shame down and everyone that saw me along the way smirked, knowing exactly who I was. Well, almost exactly. They think I'm a doctor. (It's because of my hospital badge, though anyone who actually works there would know with one glance that I'm staff, not doctor)
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