What a day. Everything gets put on pause while I take care of myself for a change, and when I get back it's like everyone wants to go crazy.
Well okay, I'm being dramatic. At work this morning a couple of guys came by my counter that I recognized from before. I had first noticed them back in December when the Nephmesu exhibit was brand new, it was an older white gentleman in tweed accompanied by a younger Hispanic guy in a suit. Just looked, it was December 11th that I'd noticed them.
Anyway, as memorable as they were then, today they came by my counter to by tickets. Just over hearing them talk, the older guy was called Professor, though I didn't hear a name. And I'm pretty sure I heard him call the younger Santiago? It was on the busy side at the time, so I didn't have time to try and engage them more. But I was struck again how much Santiago reminded me of the Winchesters when they're playing FBI. Probably helped by re-watching the first season with Hal.
That's not the dramatic part, though they seemed to be a part of it. A few parties after they gone through, a rather aromatic homeless guy comes up to me and asks with a very think accent if he can get in. As politely as I could I let him know the ticket price and asked how he would like to pay. The thing was, as I was trying to work with him, he kept looking into the museum. Now I can't be sure what he was looking at, but it really felt like he was paying a lot of attention to the professor and Santiago.
After I'd asked for the second time how he'd like to pay, he placed a coin on the counter that didn't look at all familiar to me. Uncle Krikor once in a while sends mail our way, and he almost always includes a coin for me. Thanks to him I've got a collection of coins from all over the world. It's not exhaustive by any means, but the coin this homeless guy placed on my counter wasn't like any of the coins I've got at home. It was well made, but it looked hand made rather than machine pressed like most currency. And I've seen more than a few coins that use a band of different metal around the outside. But I've never seen any coin that incorporated a gem in the middle like this one.
Once I realized he had intended to use it to buy his ticket, I immediately started saying "I'm sorry, I can't accept that." My mouth was moving faster than my brain, cause I would have liked to have gotten a closer look. But as soon as I said "I can't," the guy grabbed the coin off the counter. He seemed incredulous asking, "You won't take a sin?"
I tried apologizing again, but he cut me off saying he just wanted to take a look around. I explained that admittance required a ticket. The whole time he had kept looking toward the professor and Santiago. But at some point they must have finally gotten out of sight, because by that point the homeless guy became very animated, very loud, and altogether unpleasant. I'm sure based on his appearance security had already made their way down, because they were on him in seconds. He struggled for a bit before finally allowing them to escort him out.
I didn't see him again for the rest of the day, or smell him for that matter. But he did cause quite the disturbance. It was a little unnerving and I don't think I calmed down until Hal sat down with me at lunch.
But that's the other thing. After I'd finished telling Hal what had happened, he had a story of his own. As soon as he brought up Tim I was expecting more drama over getting Hal to spy on Melia. But no, through some grapevine, Tim had heard that a coo-she was spotted in the area. I'm sure I'm spelling that wrong. Hal wasn't sure what that meant any more than I was, only that Tim said it was a fairy dog? And something about them being very dangerous and that Hal should avoid it if at all possible. It was important enough that Tim called Hal directly to warn him.
Hal said he'd tried to get more information, asking what they looked like so he'd know to turn the wrong direction, that sort of thing. Tim finally said he'd have to go over it later. So at the moment we've got some beast to avoid, but no idea how it might be any different from other dogs to know what to avoid. I guess I'll just have to be wary of any dog not on a leash.
Hal did ask how my appointment went yesterday, I told him what I knew. Doc said I looked good, but the results would have to be studied and we wouldn't know for a while. So then we talked about what to do for dinner tomorrow. Which reminded me to text Max and Sam. Max said she'd do some Mac and Cheese, which sounded good enough.
Hal picked me up after work and we went back to his place. His roommate had made some sort of tuna potato chip casserole and said we were welcome to have some. It was actually pretty good, it had peas, and cream of mushroom soup in it. Not sure what else, but tasty for being potato chips and tuna.
I helped Hal as poorly as I could with his homework. And then we watched another episode of Supernatural before he brought me home.
So work again tomorrow, hopefully no more homeless guys. And then our weekly conspiracy dinner. With as much as Hal and I have to share, I'm curious what Max'll have.
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