I’ve got a miserable case of laryngitis and for the past two weeks haven’t been able to produce anything more than sad croaking noises. To communicate I’ve been forced to carry a little notepad around to write things down. I’ve had a few really odd experiences because of this.
Last night at Wal-Mart I was looking for one of those little lamps that clip onto things. I walk up to the middle-age fella behind the help desk, hold up my little pad on which I’ve drawn a decent little representation of said lamp and the phrase “Hi. Where could I find these?”. He asks me for my pad, which I hand to him, and he writes down “You might try housewares in the back”. I rolled my eyes.
I’m at a restaraunt ordering lunch, the waitress asks me if I’m ready to order. I nod “yes” and hold up my pad with my order written on it.
“CAN… I… GET… YOU… SOMETHING… TO… DRINK…”.
(groan).