This week I have not had enough time to blog, so, I have taken to always carrying a journal. If I have an observation or thought of value I scribble it down before my college-fried brain forgets. This epic session of blogging is the fruit of those random scribbles. Anyhow, today I am sitting on the bus, journal in my lap, when an older Korean man sits next to me. He looks over my shoulder as I write but I pay no attention because I assume he can’t read English…an unfortunate assumption. Soon, the man starts miming the things I jot down. He began by feign chugging a beer and I closed the journal when he started to pretend tackle the other passengers. In retrospect, I should have started writing things like "do the chicken dance" but I was too dumb-stricken. If I hadn’t already chosen to broadcast my most moronic moments, this man would have made the decision for me in his humiliating version of charades.
P.S. When he left he saluted me.
4 comments:
SO FUNNY.
I got your voicemail today and I listened to it a few times because your voice was oddly crisp and clear and, well, I miss hearing it.
Is it snowing there? Is there even weather?
You are so going to get arrested...stealing tweety bird blankets, smothering small children, flashing your undies while climbing through a window and now brawling in the streets :-O
I love and miss you!! Pleeeese send me your address so I can write you before they haul you off to jail.
My Dearest,,, I would do the "Chicken Dance" for you! Agree with yer mum,,,,,need your home address whether that be your 'street'address or 'cell' address!!!!!
Aunt Lindie
Leslie, I miss you. It's all I can even begin to say besides "LMAO," but that just won't do.
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