Sunday, August 30, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
A friend told me this story well over a year ago, and it has provided such ongoing entertainment that I've held off blogging it. Until now [insert maniacal cackle].
It goes like this. Some friends went on vacation because they'd purchased a time share. When they got to their destination, the wife was disappointed that the hot tub had been drained. Eager to start relaxing, she threw on her swimsuit, jumped into the tub, and turned on the jets full blast.
All the husband heard after that was screaming. And screaming. And more screaming.
So the game I've been playing ever since I heard this story involves asking people one simple question: What came out of the hot tub jets?
Take just a moment to register your guess.
Go ahead, I'll wait.
To check your answer, I've compiled a list of responses, which l share with you now.
Perhaps party related:
Vodka (perhaps amazing?)
Non-animal but equally horrifying:
I think this list represents a pretty good cross-section of answers, yet not one is correct.
When the husband burst into the room, what did he find his wife covered in?
And I'll leave you with that, just in case you feel like you're having a bad day.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
This post is in lieu of an open letter to young men working in service industries country-wide. Gentlemen, I would implore you to refrain from commenting on a female customer's age, unless you're smart enough to make it flattering.
I went out for dinner a couple months ago and was being served by a very clueless waiter who admitted he was new to the job. Naturally, I decided to cut him some slack, even after the following exchange:
Me: "What's 'chicken of the woods'?"
Him: "Um, I don't know. I think it's just chicken that's been raised in the woods."
Me: "But it's listed as a vegan dish."
Him: "Um ... I'll get back to you."
First, he never did. Second, I googled it and it's a mushroom. Third, if you don't know, you don't know. But don't make something up!
That conversation aside, what bothered me was how he responded when I ordered a beer.
Him: "I'll need to see an ID, even though it's obvious. (checks ID) And you're old enough ... surprise, surprise!"
Ex-cuse me, sir? I wanted to bash him on the snout with a rolled-up magazine. Stop it. You're not being cute. You're being a little rude. This is not the way to increase your tip.
Just last week, another young man was helping me at the Target checkout. He commented on what I was buying, which can be a risky little game, but in this case was floor mats. When I responded nicely, this happened:
Him: "You got dimples. They make me want to ask you to dinner."
Me (in my head): Awww, that's sweet. I still got it!
Him: "But you're a little older than me, so that's a no-go. I'm only a freshman in college."
Again, I thought about grabbing an Us Weekly out of the stand and smacking him repeatedly. No! No! Bad choice! And yes, if I'd gotten cracking back in my senior year, I could be your mother! So I'm proud of you for not getting involved in an inappropriate relationship! But I'm still a little hurt! Yes, I'd like a bag! Thank you! Stay in school!
Sunday, July 26, 2015
My sister recently spent a week in Texas with her boyfriend. When they stepped outside one morning, they found that someone had vandalized their car (ironically, with a positive message about equality combined with a lewd drawing). While they agreed with the statement politically, they weren't happy about the cleanup. But they did find it amusing that the vandals felt the need to label what was clearly a depiction of male genitalia. Not terribly confident in their artistic skills, apparently. Y'all come back with soap and water now, ya hear?
Thursday, July 23, 2015
I don't always remember stories that I hear in the most exact detail. Sometimes all I'm left with is an overall theme that really tickled me. In the luckiest situations, I'm able to give the person relating the tale suggestions about how they could spice it up on the next go-round. This is one of those times.
I was chatting with a friend who used to work as an usher at a large local venue, and I asked about some of the craziest things that have happened on his watch.
He said that several years ago, one particular patron got ridiculously drunk at a concert.
The man was escorted to the lobby, where he continued to grow increasingly belligerent, and security was called. But before they could arrive, the man got physical with one of the other ushers.
My friend, who was outside taking a smoke break, saw this through the glass doors.
"So I threw down my cigarette, ran across the lobby, and tackled him."
(Although it may not be true, this has always been a flying tackle in my mind, and it shall remain so, because that idea delights me).
"Then what?!" I asked.
"I sat on him until the cops got there."
While he isn't a large man, I certainly saw where he could be powerful. "I grew up with brothers. I'm used to that stuff."
"Oh, man!" I said. "I wish you hadn't dropped your cigarette."
"Because how badass would it have looked if you were just perched on that dude having a nonchalant smoke when the police showed up?"
I really hope that when he re-tells this story, that cigarette stays firmly clamped between his lips. For right or wrong, this is how I picture him, sailing through the air on a collision course with awesomeness.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
The greatest benefit of having multiple friends with multiple kids is that there's never a shortage of hilarious stories. I think what I love most is remembering these tales on behalf of the parents, who are usually too busy actually raising tiny human beings to record them for posterity.
Today's anecdote comes courtesy of a friend whose two-year-old daughter is inexplicably obsessed with Jesus. Although she's still too young for Sunday school, and the family doesn't regularly attend church, she insists on being read to from a toddler Bible and often carries rosary beads around the house. My friend also told me she frequently has to remind her little girl that every bearded man they see out in public is not their lord and savior.
So one night, my friend and her husband had another couple over for dinner. When their guests walked in the door, this kid immediately noted the man's slender build and beard, and happily exclaimed, "Hi, Jesus!"
This greeting might have taken a lesser man aback, but their friend's response was perfect. Without missing a beat, he looked down at her and said very deeply and seriously, "Yes, my child."
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
One of my friends has a child who recently started losing baby teeth. My friend told him the tooth fairy would likely visit and leave him some money.
Although his son appeared quite skeptical about this magical creature, he caught the boy placing the tooth under his pillow just before bed.
His son simply looked up, shrugged, and said, "It probly ain't real, but I really want that quarter."