My relationship with Sr. Weasel had an uncertain beginning and definitely included the phrase ‘‘You’re like a brother to me,’’ which was for all intents and purposes twisting a knife in his heart, unbeknownst to me.
When I told a girl, who I have a crush on, that I found her idea for a club trip to do some archery “incredibly sexy.” She seemed to ignored it to talk about the trip some more, but dear god that was stupid.
In a room full of people someone asked what the guys who wore the white armor in Star Wars were called. I launched into an overly long explanation about how they were Clonetroopers in the prequels and Stromtroopers in the original movies. After I had finished there was one of those awkward pauses in conversation. Yep, nailed it, I sure did.
Unless you have actual visual confirmation of a crowing head emerging from the birth canal never assume, no matter how obvious it may seem, that a woman is pregnant.
Working at a hotel in a beach town, a couple came in and admitted they forgot which hotel their reservation was at. It wasn’t with us, so I called a few hotels but still couldn’t find it. Every hotel in was completely full that weekend, so if they didn’t find their reservation they’d have nowhere to sleep.
Then I remembered there was a classic car convention focused around a specific type of car in town that weekend, and people book certain hotels for months in advance to go. If I could determine if they were a part of the convention or not, it would narrow it down.
Pleased with my detective work, I get a big smile, look up at the gentleman and say “Do you have a woody?”
Having a political conversation and wondering why some folks hate Hilary soooo much. I said, “Well part of it is that she’s got the stink of Bills taint on her.” These guys only knew one definition of taint and it’s not the good one.