Wednesday on the phone with Schmoop:Me: Hiya
Schmoop: Hi. Hey?
Me: What?
Schmoop: Can we have sex tonight?
Me: Sure!!
Schmoop: Cool.
Last Saturday at the Beer Mine talking to a regular (tipsy) who had a friend with her (also tipsy) in the passenger seat:
Me: Hiya…Smokes?
Regular: Yes, please.
Me: Five sixty fi--
Friend: Oh I want a Mountain Dew…
Me: Is this together or separate?
Friend: That’s fine.
Me: What does that mean?
Regular and Friend: Hee Hee Hee, LOL.
Yesterday on the phone with Ryno talking about his media success:
Me: So, Mr. Superstar is on the front page of the paper, eh?
Ryno: Darn right, and I look sexy.
Me: Oh please don’t---
Ryno: I’m taking a Sharpie with me to weightlifting, in case anyone wants my autograph.
Me: Oh dear God…Dude don’t get a big head, by tomorrow you’ll be as old as yesterday’s news.
Ryno: Dad, the front page may fade, but Ryan Mahoney is forever!!
Me: Ha…that was pretty good.
Ryno: Ha. I know.
Me: I’ll be over tomorrow around nine, be awake would ya?
Ryno: I’ll try…
Monday evening at the Beer Mine talking to the old, regular customer who looks like Boris Karloff:
(pulls in blaring his horn)
Me: Shove that horn up your ass.
Boris: Get me a diet root beer and shut up.
Me: Here ya go.
Boris: (who has a big bucket of KFC next to him) You want a piece of chicken?
Me: Thanks, but it’s too damn hot to eat right now, but again, thank you.
Boris: Uh-huh…I bet if this was a bucket of steak you’d hit me over the head and take it from me.
Me: LOL…
Boris: See ya later.
Ryno: (crying) Hello?
Me: Hi Bud.
Ryno: (crying) This stinks.
Me: Sorry pal.
Ryno: (crying) I know.
Me: I’ll see ya tomorrow at nine. I love you, buddy.
Ryno: I love you too, Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow.
No matter how old your kid may be, or how trivial the issue may seem to us, there is nothing worse than seeing, or in this case, hearing your own kid cry.
But…he’ll recover. He is after all, just like his dad.
Off to see Ryno for a couple of hours this morning. Talk at ya all soonly.
Cheers!!