The Tabasco Story

So I realize I haven't blogged in forever, and for that I am sorry, but I will hopefully begin to blog more. And to start, I have a wonderful story to tell.

The Tabasco Story
So it starts off like any other Monday. Today was slightly different, because my friend Jess and I are getting food together, where normally I get food on my own. So we have decided to get make your own pizza at NDH. After much preparation, we make our way over and get our pizzas made. No big deal. But once they are made, Jess and I go our own ways, getting drinks and such.

So I come back to the area where you pick up your pizza. Jess isn't there, so I wait alone. I am walking around, just looking at all the things that are used as decoration for that side of the DH. There is one thing that catches my eye. It is a saucer filled with some sort of red sauce. What is it? I have no idea. But it looks fake, and slightly like gazpacho. So I curiously poke the plate to see if it will move. No vibrations go through the plate. Weird. So then I look around, and then quickly plan to tap the top of what appears to be plastic. I was mistaken and run away from the plate and its liquidy contents. I get back to my tray, which is about 5 steps away, and wipe the red liquid onto the table and look back at the plate. As I look back, the girl who I have come to know as Tabasco girl walks up to the plate with intention, and then with a look of disgust. Since I am looking guilty about something, she gives me a dirty look. "She knows!" I think to myself. But then she simply walks away, not even taking the plate and just taking her own pizza. Curious, I think.

Now, Jess is back and has gotten her pizza. As we wait for mine, I naturally show her the plate, and once we smell it, I determine it is a plate of tabasco sauce. So, now, pizza in hand, I head back to our table to sit with Elise and Sarah. Lo and behold, guess who is sitting not 2 seats away from me than tabasco girl! So that's awkward, right? Just wait.

I put my tray down, go get fruit, and as I come back, she gives me a look I am still trying to understand. I forgot to mention this, but this girl is cute. Anyway, she gives me not a look of disgust, but rather of curiosity and, all honesty, a kind of sexy glance. Now I am intrigued, naturally. So now every once in a while, I am glancing in her direction.

After a few minutes, I glance over and she catches my eye. Then she speaks...

Tabasco Girl: So, were you the one who put his finger in my plate?
Me: Umm... yeah.
TG: Why would you do such a thing?
Me: I thought it was some kind of weird decoration and I wanted to see if it was real.
TG: But seriously, why would you? I was going to put it on my pizza.
Me: What do you mean? It was there, it looked weird, and I'm a curious person.
TG: But why would you...
That is about the time when I turned away from tabasco girl with a smirk on my face to the understandably confused faces of my lunch companions. And that's how the rest of the lunch went, with tabasco girl at my side and me ignoring her evil looks.

That must be the end of the story, you say. Well, dear reader, indeed there is still more to tell.

Now here I am in the library. Of course, at some point, I must go to the restroom. It's all fine and dandy, until I step out. On the 13th floor, there is tabasco girl with some dude waiting for the elevator. I contain myself from bursting out loud in laughter, which means I must have a big smile on my face. Her face goes from ambivalence to disgust when she realizes who I am. And as I walk away, all I hear is "At lunch, he put his finger in my sauce..."

What a wonderfully awkward life I lead.