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Okay, I have what I consider to be an amusing story to tell. One which truly defines irony, I believe.
It was recently my birthday, and as an early present, I was given a gift certificate for a massage at the Elizabeth Arden Spa in New York City. Since I don't often get massages, I jumped at the chance.
Now this day was a particularly busy day at the salon, as it was the same day as the Daytime Emmys. Lots of people were getting waxed, plucked, snipped (hair), colored, painted (nails and makeup!), etc. So, the appointments fell behind schedule about 45 minutes. (Me, having nothing to do with the Daytime Emmys just sat back, relaxed, and read my book.)
Anyhow, there was a very thin woman sitting across from me with her 2-3 year old child. She was dressed very casually, wearing a t-shirt and sweats. I didn't notice what was on her t-shirt until a little later.
After sitting quietly for awhile, I hear someone yelling at the reception desk: "I've been waiting for 1/2 hour." "I can't believe she won't squeeze me in!" "Tell her it's --------- (Don't remember the name she used)!" "Christ, you are all disorganized!" "I just need a freaking bikini wax, and you keep me waiting for 1/2 an hour!" On and on and on.
I was staring in horror, as I can't stand people who treat receptionists badly. The woman turns around, and I notice her t-shirt. It's a Che t-shirt. That's right. Che Guevara. I think the irony was completely lost on her.
I think it'd make a great scene in a movie, though!
How about you guys. Any moments of irony that you've witnessed in your life? I love these little moments. :)
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