Yesterday I ran into a teen boy that I got to know a little bit last year. T was sitting on a fence, waiting for his shoes to dry (that could be a whole story in itself). Here's the way our conversation went:
D (me): So, how are things going?
T: Pretty good. I'm getting ready to move to South Carolina.
D: South Carolina? What's there?
T: I'm going to live with my girlfriend.
D: Oh, ok. Do you have a job lined up yet?
T: Yeah, at Burger King.
(Don't laugh yet...it gets better)
D: So, when are you moving?
T: At the end of this week.
D: Geez, you really are moving soon! How'd you meet your girlfriend?
T: We met on the chat line. I figured, now that we've talked for a while, we might as well meet.
D: Wait a minute...you've never met her, and you're moving in with her?!?! What if she's, like, 80 years old and 800 pounds or something???
(I know, I'm a little dramatic sometimes)
T just stares, with a surprised expression on his face.
D: You know she could be lying right? That's pretty crazy to just move in with her when you've never met her.
T: Yeah, I guess maybe we'll just meet this time. I don't know. (with a smirk) I guess she could be 80 years old.
D: And 800 pounds.
(We both kind of laughed for a second)
D: Well, best of luck to you.
Just another crazy day in the neighborhood...
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