Monday, February 21, 2005 weekend parking, and how it was
This weekend an out of town guest parked a few blocks away from the house. Later, as our household and our visitors were rollin' 10 deep* to Indian Buffet, the out of town guest made us all detour over to his car, so that we could look at his parking job. His rear bumper was less than a hands-breadth** away from the car behind his, and his front bumper was maybe ten inches away from the car in front.
"They must have moved it," he said, disappointed. Just then, a nearby house door opened, and a woman came out, balancing a large infant on her hip. Her gorgeous designer dog bounded behind her. She kept asking our guest how he did it. He played it off like, "I know! I certainly am awesome" as she surreptitiously checked her bumper for scrapes. Then other nine of us stood around nodding.
If it had been me, I would've apologized or something, and that would've been all wrong. That's how you can tell that ol' guest is smart: he's in MENSA, which up until recently I had thought was a fictional organization. It turns out they are fact, not fiction. They are so real they have their own VISA card for members. Ever since I found that out, I've been saying "With rates like that, you'd have to be STUPID not to apply," and laughing. That's why I'm not in MENSA, probably.
*swingin' on the flippity flop
**one liter posted by Frenzy Lohan | 2/21/2005 10:16:00 PM
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