:eek:
ETA:
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
Yeah, EEK. Now imagine you’re next in line.
Better to be in line with the guy who’s giving advice than the guy who’s asking for advice!
Not a cellphone conversation, but an odd snippet. From yesterday, two “heavy” guys sitting outside (in freezing weather in shirtsleeves no less) eating fast food. One holds up a food item to the other and says:
“Is this hair yours?”
:eek:
this wasn’t a cell phone conversation, either, it was a snippet on the train. A group of us knew each other – somebody said something to the other, and, although he had not been addressed, an older somewhat grizzly-looking man said brightly, “I’ll drink to that!” took a flask out of his jacket and did as promised. (Saturday afternoon.) Then he said, “The other day, I went to Santa Rita [a jail] to visit myself, and I was so happy, because I wasn’t there!”
I overheard a woman saying:
“My husband kept telling me he was going to play golf, but he would be gone all day. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home until late at night. I thought he was seeing another woman.
Eventually I caught him in a lie about where he was going and he confessed…
He’s a nudist!
He’s been visiting a nudist community an hour away. He was so relieved to finally tell me and he’s really excited about it… but (spoken sadly) now he says he wants to be a full time nudist.”