there goes my "slyly give away my extra books as birthday presents" plan. [oh, not really. i was in the middle of TELLING him about it, and he was like, "oh, i read this on your blog." better than the time someone told me i had to leave his cubicle so that he could read my blog instead of actually talking to me. i'm just saying.]
b: ken griffey! you belong in cincinnati! [shakes fist at TV]
cuuuute waiter: you know, he's lucky any team will take him.
b: oh, you mean because he's kind of a jerk and he's injured all the time?
cw: well yeah, because he's all, "oh, i was eating and i dropped my fork on my finger and now i'm out for three months."
now, you might think i was upset about the ken griffey hating. but actually, if you read between the lines, you'll see that i'll totally sell out ken griffey to talk to a cute waiter.