The Reluctant Receptionist

an email from my friend mandy:

“here’s what watching a movie with you was like in high school:

you and me in my room. my parents asleep at 8o’clock.

if you liked the movie, then we watched about half of it, then snuck out on the back deck for a cigarette, then got a light snack, then finished the movie.

if you DIDN’T like the movie, then after 10 minutes, you got on the computer, then after 10 more minutes you went to the kitchen and prepared a gourmet “bread tray,” which included various breads and balsamic vinegar dips and cheeses, fruits, and whatnots, then you came back to the room, snacked around, and THEN proceeded to try and bother me into giving up on the movie…this included, taking the plastic stick thingy off my little entertainment center and whacking me while singing made up songs (the most famous of which was the “cramps” song)...Finally, you would bribe me with the promise of a Diet Peach Iced Tea Snapple and we would go cruisin’ and never finish the movie…and I think this is what happened when we watched Lost Highway…

P.S. Sometimes instead of a bread tray, you would make homemade quesadillas.
P.P.S. You would also have to spray yourself down with Lance’s colognes before you went home, so your parents wouldn’t know you were smoking. And don’t think I forgot about how you told your parents that the cigarettes they found in your car were mine and that you were trying to get me to quit…Ha! Only YOU smoked Camels with a “K.” I wonder if those still exist.”