Today, I thought I’d share some examples of exactly why vampires tend to stick to their isolated castles (or affordable equivalents) tucked away on top of a windswept mountain crag. And why you’ll rarely see us being portrayed as living in a gated community with bake sales every other week.
I recently spent a couple of nights away from my own version of a castle, and while the most of the time was indeed spent in blissful solitude, other times were… well, not so much. I know I’ve said this before, but I don’t people. I really don’t. I usually get quite impatient to get away from humans. Here’s why…
Example 1 – laying low, staying low
I was having a lovely meal in one of my favourite restaurants (okay, I can like the food, even if I have to endure eating it on site), quietly eating my Yasai Katsu and very much minding my own business, when I could not help but overhear a couple of girls chatting. To be fair, I think everyone in a 3-mile radius could hear them.
One was bragging about being at a ‘bulking out’ stage of her fitness journey and proceeded to order the largest items on the menu due to being hungry ‘like, all the time’.
The food duly came and they tucked in noisily, punctuating the slurping with tales of work-based woe. Miss Universe pipes up again.
Her: “I’m, like, working out so much, I’m like, having to eat 3 or 4 FULL meals a day just to keep going. You know?”
Five minutes later…
Her: “I’m stuffed.”
(Leaves a perfectly good meal practically untouched)
And then, as I’m happily munching on my katsu slices, I become very aware (as is everyone else) of them giving me the full “Look-don’t-look!” routine. Miss Universe weighs in with some more of her social media-worthy wisdom regarding my solo presence…
Her: “Hmm… Well, if I had the confidence, I’d go out by myself more. I mean, if I knew I wasn’t going to get kidnapped…”
Okay…
Thanks for that.
Now, while I was very flattered that she noticed my confidence, I think I was also bizarrely insulted by the intimation that nobody would ever want to kidnap me.
Plus if anyone did kidnap her, I’d give it one, two hours tops before they bring her back. “How much was the ransom? Well, we’ll double it if you take her back. She’s driving us ‘round the bend.”
And if that wasn’t enough…
Example 2 – He cuss, she cuss, mucus
The very next day, I went back, hoping to avoid any more observations of being repugnantly un-kidnap-able. This time, however, there was instead a small, free range child running around, banging into everyone’s tables.
Yes, I get it.
The only way to train children how to behave in certain environments is to take them to those environments. But that wasn’t all. Possibly even louder than the two girls the day before, the child’s overindulgent mother then proceeded to chase after her offspring, organic wet wipe in hand, disrupting everyone’s eating more than the kid was. And right by me, almost knocking me off my seat, I hear:
Mum: “Here, let Mummy wipe your nose. It’s all running.”
Kid: “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
By all means, acclimatise your offspring to public, ‘grown-up’ places. But do you have to announce your offspring’s voluminous mucus production quite so loudly while people are just trying to eat their Yaki Soba in peace? Just turn the volume down and de-snot the little rugrat a trifle more discreetly, please!
Example 3 – avoiding a stink
There is a chain of shops that sell nice smellies by weight. Solid shampoos, conditioners, deodorants and the like. I went into one particular branch to buy some solid deodorant just in case mine ran out. A staff member managed to break away from the fascinating conversation about weekend shenanigans with fellow staff to pounce on me at just the right angle that made it look like she’d been there all along.
After she tried to hard-sell me a couple of things I didn’t want, I pointed out the product I was after. There was a block the size of half a house brick, plus a ready-wrapped chunk the size of my fist. Both were far too big and I’d probably have needed a loan to pay for it. I explained that I only needed a small piece for travelling. The norm in this chain of shops is to slice products to the customer’s requirements. Or certainly to ask the customer how much they would like to purchase.
I waited…
She replied with a sullen tone of voice that was clearly the vocal equivalent of an eye-roll, “Well, I could cut you off a slice…” I was half-expecting her to follow up with “but I don’t want to.”, because that’s what the face, the tone of voice, and her general body language was screaming at me.
But no.
She outdid herself. Truly. “…or you could buy the wrapped piece and cut it up yourself!” She finished with such a surprisingly cheery note in her voice that you’d have sworn she’d just solved the world’s biggest problem. And that I was an idiot.
I thanked her, telling that she’d given me something to think about and that I’d be back.
But what my face, tone of voice, and general body language said was that I had absolutely no intention of going back.
But I’ll finish with a cute story…
For once.
This is an example of when I find humans absolutely delightful. This one, in particular, is amazing.
Vampire-y, Vampire-y, quite contrary, how do your veggies grow?
One day, I proudly showed the hubster two new varieties of radish that I’ve started growing this year. I told them that they were called Icicle and French Breakfast. He laughed and said he thought it was cute.
Well, they were hearty examples of their varieties but I wouldn’t go that far.
He explained that he thought my naming the vegetables was cute. I then explained that, er, the seed people had actually named them.
All went quiet. And then he burst out laughing. Thank goodness.
But in the end…
So there you go. Vampires are an odd lot. Fussy? Probably. Over sensitive? Definitely. You humans can be too much sometimes. But every now and again, a really good one comes along.
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever overheard? I’d love to know.
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