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Texas is his kryptonite?

20 Jun

Yes, you can find anything on the internet. Even a naked man wearing a cowboy hat.

A few weeks ago, Alan wrote a post speculating about what super-power he would like to have. Friday night we were hanging out with my friends Mike and Betsy and the topic came up again, because Betsy was trying to describe some of the people who would be at their BBQ the next night.

“Tim will be there. He doesn’t use verbs.”

“Huh? Like how?”

“Like when we were talking about our super-powers, he just said, ‘cowboy hat bar girls.'”

“Wait a minute. What is that super-power?”

“Apparently his thing is to wear a cowboy hat out to the bar and act as a wingman for his friends. The hat attracts girls but usually because they think it’s weird. They come over to ask him about it, then his friend, who looks normal by comparison, can go in for the kill.”

“And that works?”

“Apparently, because I asked some of Tim’s friends what his super-power would be, and everyone brought up the cowboy hat.”

Odd. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that this super-power becomes decided less potent if one is trolling for chicks in, say, Texas.

Overheard: In the locker room tonight

11 May

Exhibit A: Locker room conspicuously lacking a inquisitive child.

At the pool tonight when I was changing from my swim, I was distracted because I had forgotten my flip-flops and was trying to minimize my contact with the floor. I’m paranoid that I’ll get plantar’s warts. (This is well-founded paranoia, based on my childhood as a swimmer, for the record.)

While I was putting myself through the paces, I noticed a little girl standing near me who was probably about six years old. Her mom had her hands full trying to get her younger sister stripped down, so this girl stood there, eating a banana in her bathing suit, talking to anyone within ear-shot, and staring at my boobs.

I was the only person she didn’t engage in conversation, so I’m thinking my breasts intimidated her. It’s to be expected.

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Overheard: And I thought MY job was challenging…

5 May

This morning at National Airport, I stood in line at Fuddrucker’s to order breakfast for my flight to Chicago. Behind me, three flight attendants waited to do the same. They were talking shop and one of them said in a dramatically hushed voice, “Did you hear what we found on the plane yesterday?”

Another one said, “No – what?”

And the first girl mouthed something at her, with eyebrows raised.

The other one said, “Huh?”

And the first girl repeated her mouthing, only more dramatically this time.

The other one said, “I must be dense because I don’t understand you. Why don’t you just say it?”

And the first girl snapped, “Because I don’t want the whole public to know! I’ll tell you later!”

While I found this exchange funny, it was only once I boarded my plane and saw the same three flight attendants standing in the rear galley organizing sodas that I began to appreciate the irony of the woman’s attempted discretion. As they stood there sorting Sprite, they loudly shared work-related stories that might not have needed an audience.

Among the snippets…

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I’m no shrinking violet, but…

20 Apr

Yesterday when I finished my swim, I was the only person in my section of the women’s locker room. That doesn’t mean I was alone. On the contrary, it was clear there was another person in there with me on the other side of the lockers, because I could clearly hear her cell phone conversation.

“Dat Joe is a playa. His sh*t really makes me mad. He gotta stop f*ckin’ with me like dis. His dick is…”

It was a long, angry and foul stream of language that made me instinctively hide my iPhone and car keys because I worried that I was sharing the locker room with a bonafide gang member. Just as I was in the process of sliding the cash from my wallet into my pocket, I heard another voice interrupt her with a pissy, “Shh. Please?!”

“Oh, sorry,” she responded.

I wanted to step around the lockers and get a look at the woman who shushed her. Because I’ve always wondered exactly what “balls the size of Texas” look like.