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aaaaaaaand jaime. ::pulls hand down in "aaaand scene" gesture::
best moment ever: we agreed to abandon arik at the waldorf mall to take an eternity-long lysol product survey because they promised us five dollars at the end... ("they" being Neo and Penelope Cruz if they were both born and bred in baltimore... ::takes brief moment to enjoy alliteration::) ultimately led us to a suspicious little nook in a dark corner between stores where random painters were hanging about... note: foreshadowing so as they filled out the questionnaire for us we told them about how she was visiting me from joja and at some point we got onto the subject of my cats. note: leading up to the punchline
and somehow or another (ask jaime, my memory fails me) we got to the point where jaime said, cue: immediate silence i had to keep myself from falling over laughing on the spot. oh it was glorious. they changed the subject then i think and we went along our merry way, teasing the random painters about being rodeo clowns and alternately pretending neo and penelope weren't answering the questions for us and being thankful that they were. so that was fun. oh! twas horible ::switches to spanish accent and does "horible" gesture:: but then holy goodness Random Angry Carnie #7 starts yelling and cursing and pulls a metal pole off his tent and chases him down with it! well.. of course by "pulls" i mean "wrestles with for ten minutes before finally yanking it free with his foot" now, one could empathize heightened annoyance or even shallow anger but setting off firecrackers does not warrant murder by eight foot metal pike. angry people are funny in other news, i am balding and i have a job
some quotes from the [insert town here] nursing center:
"i am ninety years old and... what should i do?"
"you read very fast" "over in that wing are the people that are more mobile and.. lucid. over here you get your alzheimer's.. your demensia..." "mmmm mmmm!" [read: suggestively as i walk by] "watch for ola... she's really funny, but she spits."
"you don't look pregnant today."
[indicating picture on Reminiscence magazine]"is that your mother?" that's three days. i love it. goodnight. ~~~~~ p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMBER!!![that is... referring to the third... yes.] FIN. 3:26 p.m., Sunday, Jul. 06, 2003 |
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