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Friday, March 12, 2010
Conversations: The “Milk Run”
FWP: Do you want me to pick up anything on the way home?
CSO: Wine and milk.
FWP: Oh, no. Wine only. You get the milk.
CSO: Why?
FWP: You can't get milk at the liquor store.
CSO: So go to a gas station!
FWP: Naah. I'd have to bring a vented can with "FDA Approved" stickers, and I don't want to go through all that crap about validating my credit card. Besides, which pump would I use?
CSO: The white one. You know, the one with the grade buttons that say "Whole," "1% fat," "2% fat," and so on!
FWP: You know what's worst about that?
CSO: What?
FWP: If you want to buy heavy cream, you have to prove you're over 18.
CSO: Oh.
That conversation took place this morning, Gentle Reader.
Comments
"Wow, Grotecakes! Heavy on the Thirty-weight mom!”
Fran, that was quite the Firesign Theater moment.
*Heads off into the night ... ~Georgie Tirebiter, he’s a girl delighter, just the same as you and me!~
Posted by Guy S. on 03/12/2010 at 07:42 PMIs there anything better than a shared improv moment with someone who immediately goes there with you? I don’t think so.
Oy, such a smile this gave me!
Posted by Joan of Argghh! on 03/13/2010 at 08:22 AM
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