The color Ford
Jul. 31st, 2008 11:23 pmEarlier this year I sent in my paperwork for the bottom feeder show, and signed up for three of them (they're held on Thursday evenings in order to coincide with a live band in a park next to it). I did not go to two of them because the weather was bad (as those who read this journal may remember).
Today was beautiful and sunny, so I went to the show.
Let's just say that I paid for the privilege of driving 91 miles so that I could work on my costume. Because nothing else really happened except I got to listen to a cover band perform a bunch of oldies and then accuse Kid Rock of being a "rip-off" artist because he took a bit of "Sweet Home Alabama" for his latest hit. Um, I'm certain he paid for it. And...well...as a cover band, shouldn't you not be throwing this particular stone?
At least I got to hear this scintillating conversation:
Woman: Can I help you?
Man: I'm getting picked up.
Woman: Oh, you are?
Man: In a truck!
Woman: Oh, that's great, I'll help you look for them. What color is the truck?
Man: It's a Ford!
Today was beautiful and sunny, so I went to the show.
Let's just say that I paid for the privilege of driving 91 miles so that I could work on my costume. Because nothing else really happened except I got to listen to a cover band perform a bunch of oldies and then accuse Kid Rock of being a "rip-off" artist because he took a bit of "Sweet Home Alabama" for his latest hit. Um, I'm certain he paid for it. And...well...as a cover band, shouldn't you not be throwing this particular stone?
At least I got to hear this scintillating conversation:
Woman: Can I help you?
Man: I'm getting picked up.
Woman: Oh, you are?
Man: In a truck!
Woman: Oh, that's great, I'll help you look for them. What color is the truck?
Man: It's a Ford!
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Date: 2008-08-01 10:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-01 03:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-07 03:52 pm (UTC)Reminded me of a conversation with a friend this past weekend, when my child was meeting her daughter & some others to go to a music festival:
Her: Could you pick up S.?
Me: Where is she?
Her: Oh, your daughter knows her. She's short and thin, with blond hair.
Me: Where is she?
Her: She's a very nice girl. She's going with them to the festival. It would be grat if you could...
Me: "WHERE IS SHE?"
(Eventually, I got an answer)
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Date: 2008-08-12 03:02 am (UTC)I've had similar experiences, and you just want to tear your hair out!