The locals aren’t amused by my schtick?
I mean, not that I have a schtick or anything. I’m basically a big goof ball. Sure, I’ve got my serious side that admittedly comes across as grumpy, but that’s not my default setting.
That’s 100% class clown.
Case in point, I’m killing it with the travelers passing through PDX. Not just the cute ones, either, so you can’t call my goof ball setting a product of my flirting…although, it’s certainly present then, too!
A couple of weeks back the Oregon State University played Boise State in some sportsbally thing. The game was in Boise – I assume that’s where the college is, Penn State be damned – and that had a lot of Beavers fans flying out of PDX to attend.
Seems like a lot of scratch just to watch young men scramble around in snug britche…oh, wait…I’m starting to see the allure.
Be right back.
Phew. Ok. Where was I?
Originally, I had seen a flash of bright orange and mistaken a customer for a traveling Beavers fan. Turns out, she was also wearing the cobalt-ish blue that made her a Boise State fan. We chatted about how her flight was gonna be pretty awkward with all the Beavers, but at least it was short. I chided her by asking if she’d actually flown to PDX just to mess with the Beavers on their flight over.
Laughingly, she told me that while that sounds fun, she was actually living in Portland for work these days. She said that she tried to get back a couple times a season for games, and this was just the luck of the draw.
While she spoke, I was being served some pretty serious eyelash flutters and behind the ear hair tucking. My homojo was misfiring, but I don’t care. We’re never gonna see each other again, let kitty sharpen her claws.
She went on to say it was worth it, just to see the blue grass of the stadium.
I was corn-fused (ok, that’s only gonna be funny to Duck fans who call OSU’s hometown of Corvallis Corn Valley…) and asked if they were using bluegrass in their stadium. She laughed, tucked her hair and fluttered her lashes and said, “Noooo! They paint the grass blue!”
Like I was just the silliest of geese.
“Come to think of it, the Ducks do the same thing in their stadium with green grass!”
Then she took off for her gate.
After saying hi to some cute lil nugget of a man that walked in as we were wrapping up our conversation, I made an off hand comment to a co-worker about how Boise could really mess with the Beavs by painting their grass orange. “It works for both teams, so maybe the Beavs would think they were at home…and they always lose at home!”
The Nugget was on the other side of the store looking at magnets and guffawed.
I looked over at him, thinking, “That’s what you get for eavesdropping, buddy!” But he was looking down in shame for getting busted listening in and without moving his head, he raised his eyes and looked at me, giving me the cutest lil shy smile.
Why can’t he live in Portland?
Life is so hard.