The weird thing about this picture is that this place has been boarded up ever since I've lived in the neighborhood. Yet it's gone through at least 2 different sandwich signs. As far as I know, there's never been any hot pastrami. I'd know.
I stole someone's Easter candies at school. In my defense, I shared it with as many people as I could have, because Robin Hood is how I roll. In my defense, I read "Thuy" as "Hug." (Nic: You didn't think it was weird that someone signed the card "hug XOXO?" No. I did not.) And in my defense, I also know someone named Shan. Turns out, wrong Shan, wrong me, wrong mailbox. Right chocolates.
Perhaps I should also mention that this Shan has terrible handwriting. And none of this is my fault. I happily ate and shared chocolates that I found in my mailbox. But then when I thanked my Shan and she was confused, tried very hard to figure out who else it might have been that gave me chocolates. That part was easy because I don't have very many friends. Until April pointed out that the chocolates probably belonged to someone else and accidentally ended up in my box. Which made the chocolates taste more sinful than usual, but not in a good way. So we went back to the note, studied its possibilities, searched the student directory, and came up with a few guesses. Jen probably summed it all up best.
Jen: So you're going to awkwardly email this random girl and basically say 'hey, I think ate your chocolates but I'm not sure. And I can't really make out your friend's name, or where your mailbox is, so this could all be a mistake. Sorry if you don't know what I'm talking about?'
Moi: Pretty much.
Jen: Why do these things only happen to you?
PS. Hi, Dave! I still listen to Dave Richards sermons online sometimes. You should tell him that.
Perhaps I should also mention that this Shan has terrible handwriting. And none of this is my fault. I happily ate and shared chocolates that I found in my mailbox. But then when I thanked my Shan and she was confused, tried very hard to figure out who else it might have been that gave me chocolates. That part was easy because I don't have very many friends. Until April pointed out that the chocolates probably belonged to someone else and accidentally ended up in my box. Which made the chocolates taste more sinful than usual, but not in a good way. So we went back to the note, studied its possibilities, searched the student directory, and came up with a few guesses. Jen probably summed it all up best.
Jen: So you're going to awkwardly email this random girl and basically say 'hey, I think ate your chocolates but I'm not sure. And I can't really make out your friend's name, or where your mailbox is, so this could all be a mistake. Sorry if you don't know what I'm talking about?'
Moi: Pretty much.
Jen: Why do these things only happen to you?
PS. Hi, Dave! I still listen to Dave Richards sermons online sometimes. You should tell him that.
1 comment:
Ha thats so random as I read your blog the names are all unknown to me which makes most situations not as funny but then to randomly see mine and think "I wonder who else she knows called dave" then I was quick to register... wait she is talking to me! I could let DR know but im not sure if he will remember you as after 5 years he has only just learnt my name... and its the same as his...
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