Hot dog guy: Sure. Won’t be long.
Me: Shit. Can I have two then?
My freshman year in high school (96-97), I was in choir, and we drove up in a big coach bus to Magic Mountain for a choir competition.
Approaching San Onofre, the driver told us a "little known fact" that if you put your hand on the window while passing under those jumbo power lines coming from the plant, you can feel a moderately painful shock. Being gullible teenagers, a lot of us tried it.
We passed under, and the driver asked if we felt any pain. There were scattered replies in the negative. The diver said, "You didn't feel the window pane?"
Playing jumbo Jenga that a friend made out of 2x4s when my friend looks at his wife and says:
Friend - "try that piece there, it looks like it would work"
Me - "it all looks like wood work to me!"
Laughter and eye rolls ensued.
so I'm really interested in this girl, and she wanted to watch a movie with me at her place. I ask for her house address and the conversation is more or less this:
"oh my address is 747 blah blah blah st."
"I didn't know you lived on a jumbo jet!"
"That was awful."
"I know I'm sorry I was way out of line with that. It was a pretty plane and Boeing joke. I'm glad your feelings aren't up in the air about it though."
I might have heard a groan from twenty miles away.
Hot dog guy: Sure. Won’t be long.
Me: Yikes. In that case, can I have two?
