Tangentially appropropriate: I was working Tech Support at Target, in the Multifoods tower in Minneapolis. I called a store and asked to speak to the TRL.
Me: “This is Ethilrist, from Headquarters.”
TRL: “Headquarters? What is it?”
Me: “It’s a big brown building with lots of windows, but that’s not imporant right now.”
TRL: “”
I have a very strict policy against bumper stickers and car adornments of any type. Dealer stickers are a sale breaker. I put that in the sales contract. In fact, I usually debadge my cars of even the manufacturer model names.
But this… this makes me want to make an exception.
Airplane references I get, as I do Monty Python ones…but “once in 1960 for 20 minutes”? Huh? (an d I really don’t want to know about the pie and the Olestra, thankyouverymuch).
Headquarters is a big brown building with lots of windows?
Pie Once. In 1960. For 20 minutes.
I don’t think there’s a specific Olestra thread or site that’s being referred to, but I know I’ve read a post or two where people ate too many Wow! chips and ended up with undersireably explosive anal effects. Can’t find those particular posts at the moment.
Anastasaeon: Just seeing your name in this thread and wondering what kind of verbal mistakes you could possibly make IRL, after all the typos here, made me burst out laughing.
Last week, my husband bought me an MMORPG, Star Wars Galaxies, so I could play online with him. I know very little about Star Wars. So I create this character… she’s interesting looking. But I cannot remember what race she was. So I tell my husband:
Me: “My character is cute, she’s green and purple, and she has these big testicles on her head.”
Hubby: “Oh, yeah?”
Me: “Yeah. There are many different ways to wear them, apparently. I keep mine slung over my shoulder.”
At which point he could hold the laughter no longer.
Hubby, spluttering: “TENTACLES!”
Me: “Yeah, that’s what I said. … Wasn’t it?”
Aya mia. It happens so often, the mundane stuff is forgettable. But every now and then, I’m told, I’m a laff riot. I don’t mind as much as I used to. It makes people smile. Makes me look and sound like an utter flake… mais, c’est la vie.