Sunday: I was biking downtown when a woman screamed from her SUV, "you're a fucking piece of shit, bicycle rider!" or "you're a fucking piece of shit bicycle rider!" I was impressed by her ability to express such a complete thought as she sped by me, but unsure if she was calling me a "piece of shit" bicycle rider or just a "piece of shit" and "bicycle rider" was just so I knew that she was talking to me.
Monday: When I asked Alexandra, the nine-year-old Ukrainian girl whom I tutor in English, if she knew what the word "silly" meant, she replied, "yes, silly is like I have big muscles and I punch you in the face." I nodded, entirely unsure whether or not she did, in fact, know what the word "silly" means.
Tuesday: The man who delivers bacon to my place of employment has been remiss in his duties lately. When we called him on it, he replied, "well, I own these three modeling companies and the other night I met up with my girls and they gave me some pills and then I woke up and couldn't find my cell phone."
December 05, 2007
Posted by Quill at Wednesday, December 05, 2007