Tonight we're having fajitas *faj-hit-ahs mate!* for dinner. The Elder has stuffed her face and left. MOTH and I remain as I slowly eat the last of mine and he goes back for another.
We chatter. About nothing. We do that a lot.
The Elder announces from the other room that Lady Gaga is wearing pants in her new video. MOTH comments that he bets they have open legs.
It starts us laughing and my mind wanders back to something I said once that had a workmate in hysterics. An unfortunate off the cuff comment about the difference between hose and stockings. It's the gap in the middle that gives you all the trouble. MOTH laughs hard as he thinks about what Lindy might have found funny. Lindy found it funny enough to be sitting in the gutter laughing so hard she couldn't talk.
It made me think of another sojourn of ours to the local for lunch. Several of us this time. Mort leads the pack. We chatter incessantly as only a group of girls can do. I'm trailing toward the back of the pack. Mort and the postie on the other side of the building hit the corner at the same time.
Mort screams. The postie screams. The rest of us are in hysterics. Many sheepish grins and apologies later and we continue on our way, still laughing. We laughed about that for days.
Shame the postie was a girl....
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