Real Stuff Is the Funniest Stuff
I was about to leave for Vegas and one of my friends asks me…”So when you are in Vegas is you area code on you phone gonna change?” I said “No my whole number is gonna change, you just dial something and that will be me.” Geez, my friends. I love them to death but they aren’t the brightest crayons in the box.
We are on the plane and Aimee and I are reading Sky Miles, it’s a magazine that some Air Line puts out. And I swear y’all in this book there were ear socks. Yes you read right, ear socks. Yall remember back to the old style walkmans that Sony use to put out. Ok, they look like the red ear piece covers. Like that yall, there called ear socks. We didn’t steal the magazine I only hope that they have a website so that I can order everyone a pair for Christmas.
We are about to get on the plane in Amarillo, and I was talking to a lady who has flown a lot before. Aimee and I were a bit upset because I had seat 18A (or something) and she had like 19B. So we were thinking we weren’t gonna get to sit by each other. So I was talking to the lady and she was like if you two don’t get to sit by each other I am sure someone will let you switch with them. And me in my college graduate stupidity asked her so do the rows go A, B, C? She looked at me as if I was “special” and said yes hon they are in alphabetical order.
Ok we have a two bedroom sweet at the Hilton, so that means Hunter has his room and Aimee and I have our own room. The room numbers are 1704 (our room) and 1702 (Hunter’s room). The first five minutes we are there Hunter is like the intercom doesn’t work to beep between our rooms and I was like sure it does Hunter and he was like no I just tried to call you from my room and it wouldn’t work. I said well try from our room, and so he picks up the phone and dials 1704 and the speaker phone starts to ring in our room and I said Hunter that’s our number your 1702, were you dialing 1702 in your room. He was like yeah I said man you are calling yourself.
2 Comments:
~laffin~ You will always be *special* baby gator. Short bus and long bus special. I think you have to change your intro about *nothing every happens around here*
"...are the rows, like, A, B, C?"
Haaaa ha ha ha! As a fellow college graduate who still counts on her fingers, I totally relate.
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