I overheard this while riding the bus today:
Dude 1: "I heard you were dating a model for a while."
Dude 2: "Yeah... No, I still am."
Dude 1: "That's awesome, she's cool?"
Dude 2: "She's great. I've got a picture here..."
Dude 1: "Of course you do, she's a model..."
Dude 2: "Right."
(pause)
Dude 2: "Here."
Dude 1: "Oh... she does mainly print work, or..."
(Dude 1's tone is saying "how the hell is she a model, she's not pretty." I picked up on this but Dude 2 did not.)
Dude 2: "This is a picture I took, not a headshot or anything."
(awkward pause)
Dude 1: "So print..."
Dude 2: "Not really, mainly she models for potato chips."
Dude 1: "They pay her in potato chips?"
Dude 2: "No, they pay her in money."
(awkward pause)
Dude 2: "She does... like... um..."
Dude 2 gets out of his seat and lies down on the floor of the bus.He contorts himself into various potato chip-shaped positions.
Dude 1: "Oh, I see."
Dude 2 gets off the floor and brushes himself off.
Dude 2: "Yeah so she does that, and these guys come in and sculpt the potato chips."
Dude 1: "That's really great. I'm really happy for you two."
At this point, the woman sitting behind me notices that I've been watching this interaction.
Woman: "Is that guy okay?"
Me: "Yeah, he was just telling a story."
Woman: "Oh..."
She returns to her seat.
Me: "I'm sorry, but are you a model?"
Woman: "Why yes, how did you-?"
Me: "Just a guess."
She shrugs.
Woman: "When you have a face like a pastrami sandwich, there are really only two things you can do for a living..."
Dan.
Monday, November 27, 2006
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