Today was quiet at work, which is not to say I didn't get unbelievably clueless phone calls. Two morons phoned within an hour of each other to ask what the fare was to Los Angeles, and got really snippy with me when I insisted on getting a little more information. Okay, picture this before you smirk at the simplicity of such a question: there are three airports here in the Bay Area, and there are at least five that could conceivably correspond to "L.A.." I don't think it's a lot to ask which airport on both ends they wanted, but they sure did. I mentally chanted, "Get off my phone, you clownbutt," as I sweetly asked when they wanted to travel. They were even more put out at having to decide on a travel date, so I just gave them the full coach fare in both cases. They were shocked by the cost, of course, and immediately gave up. Yay. My clownbutt chant works every time.
On the other hand, I was awfully pleased when I conducted a fare quote in Spanish this afternoon. I'd been asking the agent behind me to tell me how to say things like "what day do you want to fly," and "how many people are going," just because I wish I spoke more Spanish. My Spanish was acquired in second grade ("Mi gato es negro.") and in high school (learning to sing "Guantanamera," an experience which blighted any further urges to pursue the language). A very nice man came in who truly didn't grasp much English, and the Spanish speakers were all busy, so I just tried my best and it worked! Well, okay, he didn't buy a ticket but that was because he didn't want to pay the going rate to Morelia.
At lunchtime I went in for an adjustment with Dr. Fixit who says everything is progressing beautifully. My neck still sounds horrendously loud and feels stiff, plus it tends to get stuck right up under my cranium like always, but the spine is definitely feeling more movement. When he first adjusted me it felt like he was forcing things to snap back into place, and now I can feel it sort of gently realigning in a satisfying series of small crickles. I don't suppose you really care about this but hey, I grew up without any kind of doctor or medicine, and I find this sort of thing miraculous. You can heal by laying on of hands! Hallelujah, and put away that Advil!
Tonight, John and I watched the other movie I rented yesterday, part three of Once Upon a Time in China," starring my hero Jet Li. It was chock full of grand spectacle and amazing choreography. There was table fu, oil fu, firecracker fu, and a stupendous series of lion dancer fights. I think some of the lion dancing takes place in Tienamen Square; I can't think of anything else that looks quite like it. The whole series is supposed to be wonderful. I'm planning on checking out the rest.
I might even pick up a little Chinese of some variety. There are some clients I'd really love to use a flying corkscrew on, complete with foot slapping and coat whipping. Ni hao! Wei! Wei! Hikeeba!
