An Excellent Lunch Becomes a Bogus Adventure

Dear Diary,

"QC Ted" last week asked if I would go to lunch with him; I said yes, but I couldn't go until next week.  Time passed by and yesterday we went to lunch at a Ralph's deli.

The lunch was going surprisingly good.  We talked about his art, he likes video games, I like video games.  He went to Biola, I got my MBA at Biola.  Time was almost up and we needed to head back to work.  I was thinking, "this is actually not that bad."  "QC Ted" is a very nice guy, but then suddenly he must have thought we had a deep bond because he changed the topic.

As we were leaving the patio he had a look off pain on his face as he stood up.  "QC Ted" decides to tell me what his problem is.  His coccyx (i.e., tailbone) has been hurting him lately.  He then goes into unnecessary details about how the pain shoots down his butt crack.

Are you kidding me?  Who tells someone that your butt crack hurts and how you are going to the doctor tomorrow to have it, uh hum, examined.  Our lunch at Ralph's instantly became tainted and ruined.  Speaking of Ralph's, that's what I wanted to do in the parking after imagining "QC Ted" a** up, face down in the pillow; at the doctor's office.

P.S. If you need a "QC Ted" refresher, here are some previous "QC Ted" entries.
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