The Day I Decided to Document My Mediocre Stories

Why, you ask, would I write a blog called Mediocre Stories, and fill it with, presumably, mediocre stories? Because the story below happened to me. After consideration, I thought it was absurd that no only a few acquaintances that I remembered to tell, would hear it. Otherwise, it would be a largely forgotten part of my life that never made it past a second thought.

And so, I decided others would sympathise, or maybe even relate, with the mundaneness. These things probably happen to you too. I’m sure they do actually. But you don’t write blogs about them did you? You don’t set the time aside to write such trivial nonsense. So I’ve decided to.

As a warning, all these stories are true.

And so, this is the story that made me realize, these need to be told. I can no longer hold it in.

I went to a large car repair chain for an oil change on October 2nd, 2015 and this happened when I arrived:

    Technician: “Last name?”

    Me: “Stewart - S - T - E - W - A - R - T”

    “S-T-U-A-R-T?”

    “No, S - T - E -W - A - R - T”

    “S-T-E-U-W-A-R-T?”

    “No, S-T-E-W” pause for a couple seconds “A-R-T”

    Shows me screen, I nod.

    “First name?”
    “Ryan”

    “Brian?”

    “No, Ryan, R-Y-A-N”

    “Address?”

    Me: “West 4th Street”

    Technician: “Lest?”

    Me: “What?”

    Technician: “Lest 4th Steet?”

    Me: “West 4th street, like the direction and with a W”

    Technician: “Oh, yeah, that makes more sense.”

Later that day:

As Jon and I are leaving the apartment for the 2nd time, in a second attempt to go to the gym.

    Jon: “Are you going into the hot tub?”

    Me: “No, I don’t think so”

    Jon: “Are you going to swim”

    “I doubt it”

    “What’s in the backpack?”

    “My swimsuit”

    Silence

    Jon “This should be one of your mediocre stories”