The Future Forward| Aren't You Tired Of Being The Caller?

I remember writing a post many months ago about making the call to your best friends. I considered it a wonderful thing to do if you want to maintain your friendship. You don't have to wait for the other person, so that things can progress. If one of you guys aren't calling each other, you have to take action to call the other person. It's time to stop waiting and take action.

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#ConfessionsFriday: Things White People Say

I was introduced to this show that was created by TwinsInc Productions called "Confessions Friday". This is a weekly Friday show where they each confess about one topic. They stand right in front of a camera and just let loose. I will admit that this can be quite shocking. After all, you never know what each of them are going to say. I can just see that each of them have a lot of things to say.

That's what I like to see. For me, there are so many things about the world that we don't know. So when a new topic comes to us, it's awesome to see and give a great perspective. That's what I like about this show. Talton Jett, I want to commend you for doing something like this, and I look forward to watching new episodes every week. Keep doing it my fellow New Orleanian.

So let me stop talking and let you see what I'm talking about. This episode is entitled "Things White People Say". Now I'm sure a few of ya'll have you guards up. Well you should.

Thirty Minutes With Oil Covered Hands

My life has always had an unusual relationship with bikes. From learning how to ride one to now when I got to check on it on a daily basis due to the fact that I work out, me and bikes always had a dysfunctional relationship. It's like it's waiting to embarrass me on a daily basis. It's been a while since I've actually walked a mile or two to the other side of the city without having my bike involved for the first few minutes..

Here is another chapter in our dysfunctional relationship. 

I was leaving the mall over in the business side of the city. I would normally walk around and do a little site seeing, but it wasn't the best day to do it. There was a large breeze blowing and it was partially still winter season. Cold weather and a swift breeze isn't a good combination for those who love the heat.

I made it over to the bike and saw it on the ground. It was chained to the no parking sign, but it was on the ground. My instant thought was the wind rotated the bike. It happens all the time in my life.

I looked down at the bike and saw that the chain wasn't on it anymore. It was slightly tangled up and it was going to require my hands to fix it. I raised the bike up and tried fixing the chains. Within seconds, my hands were covered in oil. It was dark and slimy, as though a black snail was moving around on the chains while I was gone. I remembered that I put lubricant on the chains two days ago to prevent it from getting rusty. I forgot to wash it down, which led the oil drying up on the chains.

Due to the chains being so oily, I did my best to try and avoid touching it in order to fix the bike. Sadly, I didn't have my gloves. I had to fix it with my bare hands. It took ten minutes to put the chain back together, but in the process, my hands got completely covered in oil. Both of them looked like I was suffering from frostbite.

I got on the bike and rode all the way home, hoping that no one noticed that there wasn't oil all over my hands. If they did notice me, they probably thought I had frostbite, which was what I wanted them to think. For a second, I really thought I had it as well. It was cold outside and my hands were the dark black color. It took over an hour to wash my hands and three days for it to completely dissolve. That was the end of another chapter when it comes to the dysfunctional relationship with me and my bike.

The Karaoke Club Proposal

Of all the most memorable romantic things I've ever seen, this one takes the cake.

Last week, I went out to the Cats Meow, my favorite karaoke club in New Orleans. I sat there waiting for my college to arrive, so that we could hang out later on. Despite the fact that I was waiting two and a half hours for my college friend to arrive, I was having a good time. The singers were singing a wide variety of songs. People were telling me to jump on stage because I was possibly the most energetic person in the room. It was so much fun.

All of a sudden, in the middle of the whole club, the man singing on stage decides to pull the unexpected. After singing "Don't Stop Believin" with his girlfriend, he told everyone to stop what they were doing because he had something very important to say to his girlfriend.

"Becky," he told her. "You are the greatest love of my life. I love spending time with you. It's been an amazing three years and I want to continue having a wonderful time with you. Only this time, I want us to be more than what we are."

He got on one knee and I was immediately the only person to scream out "OH MY GOD!" I knew what was going to happen. I couldn't hold my excitement.

He reached into all of his pockets and couldn't find the ring. He searched it for a full minute while everyone in the audience repeatedly said "Find the ring!"

Eventually, he found the ring and she accepted it. The DJ played "Let's Get It On" and it was such an amazing moment at the Cats Meow.

Let Me Tip You Before You Tip Yourself

The only time you see someone tipping themselves when they have your change is in the movies. You never see it in real life. However, there are some things in the fictional world that can become reality.

One night, I rode over to Cafe Du Monde, one of the greatest cafes in New Orleans. I don't care if you live here or not. You can never resist going to this place at this once. Whether it's drinking their delicious coffee or eating their sugary sweet beignets, this place is irresistible.

I walked over to the take-out line. I wasn't thinking about staying there. It was after midnight and I was totally exhausted from riding around all over the city. I asked for a bag of beignets and gave them the money. When you ask for a bag of beignets, that means you want one bag that holds three beignets completely covered in sugar. All you have to do is read the menu and understand what I'm talking about when you come down to Cafe Du Monde.

The male worker came back with my change. He gave me my dollars the moment I was thinking about tipping him. In between us was this tipping jar that had cash and a few coins inside. I couldn't resist adding something to that jar. The second I was ready to tip him with a dollar bill and my coins, he put the coins in the jar without even putting them in my hands. He all of a sudden decided to tip himself.

I looked at him with this confused look on his face. I was thinking "Why did you tip yourself? I was going to tip you myself." 

I didn't want to ask any questions. I was tired enough as it was. I grabbed my bag of beignets, walked to my bike, and rode away. I laughed about it ten minutes later. It was amazing to me how something I would only see in the movies happen to me in real life.

Do employees always tip themselves without second guessing it?