Overheard between two other people: “Ben” was explaining the premise of Jurassic Park to “Adam”. Adam interrupted to say, “Wait a minute…you can’t just ‘fill in’ DNA!”
Ben: “That’s right; you can’t.”
Adam: “Well, why would someone write a book about it?”
Not dumb, just lacking in creativity, I think.
My high school BF, Steve the Idiot was Catholic, but I’m not sure that excuses this:
StI: “How can [Jewish classmate] eat spaghetti?”
Me: “Not sure what you mean.”
StI: “Well, people who keep kosher can only eat meat or dairy; they can’t eat pasta.”
Me: :smack:
Other girl: “What movies do you like?”
Me: “Uh, this one, that one, Sid and Nancy…”
OG: “What’s that about?”
Me: “It’s about Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. He was in the Sex Pistols, and they were heroin addicts.”
OG: “Oh, my boyfriend was in the Sex Pistols!” (She was 18 in 1988.)
Me: “You mean he was in a cover band.”
OG: “No, the band was called the Sex Pistols.”
Me: “Is he over thirty? Is he British?”
OG: “He was in the Sex Pistols!”
One where I think the other person was just messing with me:
Me: “I love the song 'Walk Away Renee”.
Another other girl: “Oh, that song! Fred did it!”
Me: “Huh?”
AOG: “Fred did ‘Walk Away Renee’!”
Me: “Who the hell is Fred?”
AOG: “He did ‘Walk Away Renee’!”
Me: “‘Walk Away Renee’ is a song by a group called Left Banke. The Tempations or the Four Tops or one of those Motown groups did a cover version. There is no Fred.”
AOG: “Fred did it!”
She HAD to have been messing with me, right?
Steve the Idiot again: “CDs aren’t going to last…See, they wear out after a few years, because there’s this thing called laser rot.”
(Actually, I’m wondering if there might actually have been a bug like that that was worked out early on. But Mr. Rilch has CDs that he bought during the first year CDs were available, and AFAIK there’s nothing wrong with them.)
Friend across town loves to tell about a moron former cow-orker of his. He remembers all the anecdotes, but I only remember the incident where this woman wanted to get a group together to drive to France.
That also reminds me of a high school friend whose family was thinking of moving to California when we lived in Illinois. She was an Anglophile, and cheerily announced, “That would be great, because we would be closer to England!”