Overheard and overseen, travel edition
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resonantWell, I forgot to tell anyone I was away, but now I'm back, and here are various oddities from the trip.
The last night I was at my parents' house, I dreamed our community was planning a gala arts event that united the botanical garden and the classic-movie theater. It was called "Jaws In Bloom."
The sad thing is that it's almost plausible.
The kidlet's Necessary Toy is a battered blue lamb called, naturally, Booyamb. When we travel, they attach Booyamb to their backpack with a ribbon so they don't lose him; he dangles there until they stuff him in the pocket. In the gate, an older man said to them, "Oh, I see you've hung your doll. My sister used to do that." Brief pause. "She said they was witches."
In the baggage claim, going round and round on the conveyor belt: a traffic cone.
Sign on the giant cupcake sculpture at the library: "Cupcake is fragile. Please don't climb."
"What are you doing this weekend?"
"I'm going home to wash and polish my boobs, because I know that's what he wants."
"We do need a more well-rounded bagel line."
"Can you imagine? Walking into your own house and finding somebody dead? Twice in one year?"
I sat in a coffee shop for half an hour. There was a couple at a small table; each of them had a computer and a cell phone. I never heard them speak a word to each other.
Spouse, out of nowhere: "Suddenly ontological space makes sense to me. You know: It's the space that -- never mind."
Seen as I was walking: A literal fork in the road. It had been run over several times and was flattened.
"I was invited to this ... thing. You know? At this ... house. And I might just have to ... walk over. You know? See what's up."
Seen at the grocery store: A young mother in a headscarf, with a pink cellphone tucked into her headscarf so she could talk hands-free.
"I married Danny in my dreams last night."
"Were you wearing a nice dress?"
"You know what you really couldn't do if you didn't have any friends?"
edited 2020 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns
The last night I was at my parents' house, I dreamed our community was planning a gala arts event that united the botanical garden and the classic-movie theater. It was called "Jaws In Bloom."
The sad thing is that it's almost plausible.
The kidlet's Necessary Toy is a battered blue lamb called, naturally, Booyamb. When we travel, they attach Booyamb to their backpack with a ribbon so they don't lose him; he dangles there until they stuff him in the pocket. In the gate, an older man said to them, "Oh, I see you've hung your doll. My sister used to do that." Brief pause. "She said they was witches."
In the baggage claim, going round and round on the conveyor belt: a traffic cone.
Sign on the giant cupcake sculpture at the library: "Cupcake is fragile. Please don't climb."
"What are you doing this weekend?"
"I'm going home to wash and polish my boobs, because I know that's what he wants."
"We do need a more well-rounded bagel line."
"Can you imagine? Walking into your own house and finding somebody dead? Twice in one year?"
I sat in a coffee shop for half an hour. There was a couple at a small table; each of them had a computer and a cell phone. I never heard them speak a word to each other.
Spouse, out of nowhere: "Suddenly ontological space makes sense to me. You know: It's the space that -- never mind."
Seen as I was walking: A literal fork in the road. It had been run over several times and was flattened.
"I was invited to this ... thing. You know? At this ... house. And I might just have to ... walk over. You know? See what's up."
Seen at the grocery store: A young mother in a headscarf, with a pink cellphone tucked into her headscarf so she could talk hands-free.
"I married Danny in my dreams last night."
"Were you wearing a nice dress?"
"You know what you really couldn't do if you didn't have any friends?"
edited 2020 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns
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Date: 4/9/07 01:37 am (UTC)You can't post that one without describing the speakers, LOL! I'm totally imagining "the Nanny" and her best friend or her mom having this exchange!
Polish my boobs? sheesh, all I do for the DH is *not* cut my hair.
Here's one: this weekend, I was out with the kids. They had a moment where they said the same thing at the same time. The girl says, "Hey, Rupert, it's like we're *two* people!" The boy boggles at her.
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Date: 4/9/07 01:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 4/9/07 01:54 am (UTC)God, these always make me laugh until the tears come.
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Date: 4/9/07 02:02 am (UTC)What a great mental image.
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Date: 4/9/07 02:23 am (UTC)Note to self: never go to these people's house. 0.o
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Date: 4/9/07 02:27 am (UTC)your ears are the sharpest
Date: 4/9/07 03:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 4/9/07 11:40 am (UTC)They were probably IMing each other instead.
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Date: 4/9/07 11:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 4/9/07 12:31 pm (UTC)Seen wedged between the side of the steps leading up from the T and the wall: a can of Progresso soup. I alas did not check to see what kind.
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Date: 4/9/07 01:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 4/10/07 02:44 am (UTC)Hey, Rupert, it's like we're *two* people!
I love it! I know exactly what she means.
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Date: 4/10/07 02:48 am (UTC)Re: your ears are the sharpest
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