Oh, Blank Top, You’ve Made Me Sad Today

A good story is always embellished. I’ve been an avid reader of The Blank Top Chronicles for a while now, and even though I knew that what this guy was writing was probably bullshit, I never thought I’d be subject to it. Oh, sure, you’d like to think you’d be the perfect customer if you happened to call his outfit, but you never think about calling. Besides, I use the Metro all the time.

However, a friend invited me to go to Target this afternoon, and being a self-described Target-whore, I agreed. We took the first cab we saw, and asked for the guy’s card so we could call the cab company for our trip home. I briefly wondered if said cab company was the company of the famed Chronicles (probably, I told myself), but didn’t give it another thought.

When my friend went to call the cab after our shopping excursion was over, I realized my mistake—I had failed to tell my friend about my assumptions and she did not, alas, get the store’s address before calling for a cab. “Crap!” I said, “You don’t know the address! We’re going to get blogged!” I hissed at her as she called. After the requisite hemming and hawing, the dispatcher hung up on my friend. “We’re getting blogged,” I repeated.

After learning the address, my friend called back and got the cab. It was, as far as I can tell, a pleasant conversation, with no obscenities or insults exchanged. We waited a bit, got our cab, and resumed our day. However, upon logging into my computer, I checked the blog.

Whaddya know! Total embellishment as a) we got the cab and b) my friend only called twice. The dispatcher, from what I heard, was a perfectly nice guy who just wants to use his time effectively. I’ll give him that, but the embellished story? Kind of disappointed me. It’s particularly funny given that my friend is so freaking calm and doesn’t like confrontation. I have a really hard time seeing her swearing over her cell at a cab dispatcher. I have a hard time seeing her get mad at being hung up on because of the situation. “Hell, I would’ve hung up on me,” she said after I showed her the post.

I suppose I now have to take Blank Top Chronicles with an even bigger grain of salt. It hurts, having one of your favorite blogs get totally ruined by a run-in with the blogger. I’m all for spicing up a story, but that? Was unimaginative. For a second while in the cab, I thought we wouldn’t get blogged since our calls were so mundane. Alas that I was proved wrong.