Friday, March 30, 2007
a true story.
i remember once waiting for a bus, and it just so happened that a speckled trout approached me and asked for a nickel. I said 'nope', even though i had just found a dime. I chuckled to myself as i got on the bus because it seemed funny to me that a speckled trout would need a nickel. Then i wondered, what if the speckled trout needed the nickel to complete his (or her) bus fare. I didn't want to look back at the bus-stop. but i did. and i was right. and in that moment i caught a glance of the speckled trout standing there looking down at the change in his/her fin-hand and shaking his/her head. he/she seemed forlorn and disheartened at his(or her) predicament. oh well, i thought. at least I'm not a speckled trout. then i felt better.
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2 comments:
It's no wonder I fell in love with you. Your clever and witty humor is so bizzare I have to laugh. The funny thing is that i think I ran into "your" trout at that very bus station, he/she was mumbling something under his/her breath, sounded like "what an asshole!" but I'm not sure, maybe he was talking about some other guy with squinty eyes who left him at a bus stop. All I know is that right after he said that, he broke into mournful sobbing and he mentioned that he was trying to get to the vet to see his cousin Miff who had just barely escaped a dreadful eagle attack. Apparently his cousin was pretty banged up, but anyways, I digress...
uhh, renice, i kow for a fact that the closest you would EVER come to a bus stop is when you drive by one. And b.t.w., i knew about miff, that part i left out because it didn't work for my part of the story. But the way i heard it was that the 'dreadful eagle' was actually a crazy-eyed redhead with a menthol cigarette brushed b/t her lips on a rampage looking for lays origional wavy chips and a large slurpee with sour keys in it. so I digress....
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