...after a while, alligator...
ok. yesterday was chill. i just stayed in with n8 and ran some errands, which included waited like 4 hours for n8 to get his poor-wittle-ankwle bandaged up.
TWO FUNNY STORIES OF THE DAY:
NUMERO UNO
The first occurred at "Cottonwood Mall", which can hardly be considered a mall. anyhow, we drop in and take a look at "The Buckle", which is pretty much "Buckle" for native Nashvillians. so...this guy, who introduced himself and said he was a texas native, asked us what school we went to. here is the discourse that occured:
Texas Dude: So what school ya'll go to?
N8: Yale
Texas Dude: oo...cool...i knew some guy who went to Yale...gosh~ i can't remember his name...but yeah...he went to yale or stanford or some place around that area.
*AND SCENE*
need i say more...? NEED I SAY MORE? in his estimation of the distance between Yale and Stanford, he must have rounded to the nearest continent. in that case, "yale and stanford" can be considered "the same area."
but...in his defense...maybe he said "Stamford." it's a possibility.
NUMERO TWO
so...this next occurrence occurs in "Raley's", which is a poor poor excuse for a grocery store. so, we are looking for pizza sauce to make lil' mini pizza's with pita bread and cheese. apparently, they don't have pita bread in New Mexico...which is why it was a total SHIT SHOW to find any. jeeesus. anywho, as we are looking, we are approached by this blonde woman in her mind 20s wearing a sky blue blouse and black pants. here is the discourse that occurred...i SHIT YOU NOT.
*woman approaches n8*
Blonde: Hi! i hope you don't mind. you boys look like you know a lot about pasta. do you know how to make fettucini alfredo?
N8: (mildly taken aback by the question) ...excuse me?
Blonde: o...sorry...excuse my accent. you see, i'm not from around these parts...
N8:o. that's fine...well, um...there are some sauces in cans you can buy (n8 points at the row of bottled alfredo sauces).
Me: or do you mean like the sauce...? do you want to know how to make a sauce?
Blonde: o! yeah- the bottle will be fine. now what about the pasta?
N8: (N8 leads her to the pasta section) it should be here.
Blonde: what kind of pasta should i use?
N8: umm...fettucinni...? (Raley's was out of Fettucini so N8 handed her linguini instead)
Blonde:...now how do i cook this?
N8: (N8 is taken aback by another profound question)...well, you boil some water, and put the pasta in for about 15 minutes.
Blonde: o! thanks so much. by the way, my name is Julie. (she introduces a hand to shake) sorry...(she points at a rip in her shirt)...i ripped my shirt coming out of the car...sorry about that!
N8: ...ok...my name is N8.
Blonde: are you from around here?
N8: o~ no. i'm from So Cal. howabout you?
Blonde: i'm from Lubbock, TX.
N8: o really? what part?
Blonde: it was a long time ago...i don't really remember...somewhere around Denver City.
*SOMEHOW THIS STRANGE BANTER ENDS, AND SCENE*
a few strange things about this blonde chic:
1) she apologized for her accent b/c she wasn't from "around these parts." but we are in New Mexico, and she is from Texas.
2) who apologizes for a rip in their shirt?
3) who doesn't know how to cook pasta?
4) who doesn't remember what part of Lubbock they are from?
ANYWAY, needless to say, it was an interesting conversation...one that i will keep forever in my heart.
TWO FUNNY STORIES OF THE DAY:
NUMERO UNO
The first occurred at "Cottonwood Mall", which can hardly be considered a mall. anyhow, we drop in and take a look at "The Buckle", which is pretty much "Buckle" for native Nashvillians. so...this guy, who introduced himself and said he was a texas native, asked us what school we went to. here is the discourse that occured:
Texas Dude: So what school ya'll go to?
N8: Yale
Texas Dude: oo...cool...i knew some guy who went to Yale...gosh~ i can't remember his name...but yeah...he went to yale or stanford or some place around that area.
*AND SCENE*
need i say more...? NEED I SAY MORE? in his estimation of the distance between Yale and Stanford, he must have rounded to the nearest continent. in that case, "yale and stanford" can be considered "the same area."
but...in his defense...maybe he said "Stamford." it's a possibility.
NUMERO TWO
so...this next occurrence occurs in "Raley's", which is a poor poor excuse for a grocery store. so, we are looking for pizza sauce to make lil' mini pizza's with pita bread and cheese. apparently, they don't have pita bread in New Mexico...which is why it was a total SHIT SHOW to find any. jeeesus. anywho, as we are looking, we are approached by this blonde woman in her mind 20s wearing a sky blue blouse and black pants. here is the discourse that occurred...i SHIT YOU NOT.
*woman approaches n8*
Blonde: Hi! i hope you don't mind. you boys look like you know a lot about pasta. do you know how to make fettucini alfredo?
N8: (mildly taken aback by the question) ...excuse me?
Blonde: o...sorry...excuse my accent. you see, i'm not from around these parts...
N8:o. that's fine...well, um...there are some sauces in cans you can buy (n8 points at the row of bottled alfredo sauces).
Me: or do you mean like the sauce...? do you want to know how to make a sauce?
Blonde: o! yeah- the bottle will be fine. now what about the pasta?
N8: (N8 leads her to the pasta section) it should be here.
Blonde: what kind of pasta should i use?
N8: umm...fettucinni...? (Raley's was out of Fettucini so N8 handed her linguini instead)
Blonde:...now how do i cook this?
N8: (N8 is taken aback by another profound question)...well, you boil some water, and put the pasta in for about 15 minutes.
Blonde: o! thanks so much. by the way, my name is Julie. (she introduces a hand to shake) sorry...(she points at a rip in her shirt)...i ripped my shirt coming out of the car...sorry about that!
N8: ...ok...my name is N8.
Blonde: are you from around here?
N8: o~ no. i'm from So Cal. howabout you?
Blonde: i'm from Lubbock, TX.
N8: o really? what part?
Blonde: it was a long time ago...i don't really remember...somewhere around Denver City.
*SOMEHOW THIS STRANGE BANTER ENDS, AND SCENE*
a few strange things about this blonde chic:
1) she apologized for her accent b/c she wasn't from "around these parts." but we are in New Mexico, and she is from Texas.
2) who apologizes for a rip in their shirt?
3) who doesn't know how to cook pasta?
4) who doesn't remember what part of Lubbock they are from?
ANYWAY, needless to say, it was an interesting conversation...one that i will keep forever in my heart.
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