Since I’m stuck on basketball these days, I took a nap right after work so I could wake up and watch both games back to back. Thing is though, my naps have a nasty habit of transforming into full-fledged sleep sessions, and I found myself getting up close to 10.30pm, just in time to see the Pistons finish Chicago off in game 2 of the semi-fiinals. Not that Chicago ever had a chance.
There are some really funny people around. I cringe to imagine how life would be without any humor, which leads me to believe that The Man Upstairs has one that's highly developed. It seems like I’m surrounded by clowns, and I love them all. I hope they don’t mind the honorable mention:
At work we have a customer who’s always been a pleasure to work with. Let’s call him Tike. He’s smart, funny, professional, and gay. No problem there. Lately though, he’s becoming more and more… umm, anal, about stuff. [I crack myself up] One day though he had me livid, complaining about something real trivial. After hanging the phone up I vehemently swore, ranting to my co-worker:
“You know what, Tike can go suck a big fat one!!” to which she coolly replied:
“He probably will.”
I was in stitches over that one.
Then, I was visiting with my cousins a while back when the the littlelest one went to take a bath. He showered up and got out of the bathroom buck naked, casually strolling toward his room.
“P,” his mom admonished. “You’re gonna let >d see you naked like that?”
“But mom,” he retorted. “>d sees me naked all the time!”
He’d better not repeat that to other people coz they might read it all wrong!
My friend G always seems to have a gazillion papers to write, and I totally sympathize with her. One day tho she was particularly flustered coz she couldn’t concentrate, so after several minutes of trying to troubleshoot and find out why she couldn’t absorb anything she was like:
“Would the glass of Cabernet I just had have something to do with it?”
Wouldn't it?! G, you crack me up!
Then, my other friend W goes out some night to a lounge with her girlfriend. Her friend goes to get some drinks and this one white boy promptly swoops in for the kill. After exchanging a few pleasantries, and she noticing his subtle accent, was like:
“So, where are you from?”
“Russia,” he replied.
“Aaah, vodka!” she exclaimed.
How’s dude gonna say he’s from Russia and the first thing that comes to W’s mind is vodka?! Not even Moscow? Or Boris Yeltzin? Or even Kalashnikov?!
We recently acquired a new employee. No big news there. Interestingly though, dude’s French and his name sounds something like
Jean-Claude Van Damme. Thing is though, when he came in for orientation he pulled up in a yellow Beetle, was wearing a shirt that could only be described as ‘sunny’ and wore shoes in some color that my boy Steve-O later identified as turquoise. After we were introduced, I conspiringly asked my co-worker whether she thought he might be gay, to which she responded:
“He’s not gay. He’s French.”
As if that explained everything.
Alright, halftime’s over; back to the game! Y’all have a good week.