I recently made a late-night visit to a local drug store to get some non-adherent gauze for an annoying wound I have. At this drug store I had a wonderful conversation with a quaint little immigrant, and by "wonderful" I mean exhausting, and by "quaint little" I mean frighteningly oompa loompa-ish.
The conversation went like this:
Me: Hi
Lady: Hello
Me: Where could I find some non-adherent gauze?
Lady: Jaws?
Me: What? No, gauze
Lady: Jeees?
Me: Gauze
Lady: J-E
Me: G-U
Lady:....
Me:....
Lady: Jaws?
Me: Just show me where the pharmacy is.
Don't worry, the trip wasn't all a waste. I had a great conversation with my dad on the way home in which I taught him how to eat a Gobstopper. He concluded that it was "too hard" and didn't like it until I showed him "red" was a flavor in which he replied "ok gimme". It was the longest conversation we've had in 3 years.
Now if that's not father and son bonding then too bad because that's all my kid is gettin'
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