Like I frequently do, I invited Ben to lunch the other afternoon (a weekday). For someone who works from home, he certainly has a lot of excuses to not meet. Monday I was greeted with the following respons "I can't. I'm going to the Y, taking the afternoon off to take a nap, and I THINK the eye doctor. " Now I'm used to dealing with odd responses from Ben, but this one I had to clarify further.
"So you're taking the entire afternoon off for a nap? Why not meet me for lunch and then you can waste your afternoon however you want" His response "I can't eat tacos before the Y". Rather than waste MY day arguing with him, I made plans with my roommate and went to lunch. It wasn't until later that I realized the full absurdity of his day.
When you have steady jobs like we do, you typically have decent health insurance. This health insurance typically allows you to have doctors with whom you make appointments, not walk in like commoners. After some digging I found even more gold in this situation. So Ben doesn't have an optomitrist and was planning on showing up at Lens Crafters and waiting for an opening (someone who can never wait for me for anything). On top of this, he apparently hated talking on the phone so much that he had Kelsey (also at work at HER job, which is not her house) call three Lens Crafters to find him an appointment. WTF is with this guy?
the interactions between a neurotic basketcase and a barely-functioning human being
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"The Day Off Debacle"
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines 'debacle' as a violent disruption or great disaster. Hugel defines it as when things don't go exactly his way.
This post, broken out into ratios, can be written as the following:
1/3 lies
1/3 distortions
1/3 ignorance (a Hugel specialty)
I'm going to throw some important contextual information into this, so that our readers have a better understanding of what actually went down.
I had driven 14 straight hours the day before (St Louis to RVA), and had gotten little sleep for the three previous nights. So yeah, I was tired, and needed a nap. I had also lost my contacts in St Louis, so I needed to get new ones. And I wanted to go to the Y, cus sometimes I just like to go to the Y. Hugel knew all of this. So what was so odd about my response? Nothing. But taking my replies, omitting any sort of context, and throwing them into the vacuum of this blog does provide pretty good fodder.
I didn't want to eat $1 shitty tacos before going to the Y. Seems like a no-brainer to me.
I normally go to the optometrist (you spelled optometrist wrong, Hugel) once a year, as that is what my insurance allows. Since I had moved back to Richmond less than a year ago, I had not been to an optometrist in Richmond yet. So yeah, I needed a new one. At no point did I have a plan to just walk into random offices and hope someone would see me. That was invented by Hugel to provide some "gold" for his story. And yes, Hugel's roommate Kelsey did call Lens Crafters for me, which was very thoughtful of her, but this was something she asked me if she could do, which I'm sure she told him. But Hugel distorts this part of the story to portray me as some sort of tyrant or serial-manipulator.
To recap: Hugel wanted me to go to lunch, I couldn't, so he took a normal afternoon's events, and turned them into a hit piece. The message is clear: don't fuck with Hugel's lunch plans.
Kudos to Hugel for posting here after a long hiatus, but really, lets start sticking to the facts.
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