The Friscalating Dusklight: Laughed at by a little girl
Posted on July 28th, 2008 – 4:59 PMBy Michael Rand
The marathon training is going well. Thanks for asking. Because of a golden birthday commitment Saturday night (Russian theme, Local Quipster pictured as some sort of coach, and yes, somewhere out there is pic of a bunch of us wearing fake mustaches), we did our long run on Saturday morning instead of Sunday morning. We headed with LQ to the lakes, where everybody and their mother (and this guy) always runs on the weekend. It was the longest trek so far — 15 miles — and around mile 10 we approached a man and two little girls who must have been about 3 or 4. Now: It was hot on Saturday. So we, along with LQ were kicking it bare-chested style for about the final 8 miles. As we approached the two youngsters, we noticed one of them starting to giggle uncontrollably. Then she said, slowly and pointing, “Those guys don’t have any shirts on!” It was awesome. Even better: We DIDN’T yell back, “In 15 years, you’re gonna love it!” Because that would have been a bad scene.
Take us into the night with some other funny things either said 1) by a child to you or 2) while your shirt was off.
14 Responses to "The Friscalating Dusklight: Laughed at by a little girl"
My three-year-old boy: “What the hell is the problem!?”
Me: “What the hell did you just say?!”
2) AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
1. (Following the Devin Hester TD that tied the Vikings-Bears game last year: “Dad, you can’t say f—!”
2. “You’re not a cop, are you?”
2. “It’s alright to cry.”
2. “Sir, you’ll have to leave the baptism.”
2. “I think I speak for everyone at Lifetime Swim & Fitness that we’ve never had a better ‘before’ picture for our advertisements.”
2. “You want me to do what with this candle?”
2. “Stranger danger! Stranger danger!”
2. That’s a lovely vest you’re wearing. Does it come in a cardigan?
I can’t think of anything funny that has been said to me while my shirt was off. But this weekend while I was visiting Las Vegas a drunk gal without a shirt on came up to me and yelled “Go Gophers. Woohooo!”
A few years ago I was living in Queens and working at PS 225Q but making regular mid-week trips into the city to get free drinks from a bartender friend.
Shortly after class began one rough morning I was helping a little girl with her math and she blurted out “Ewww, you smell like my dad” and the rest of the girls at her table laughed.
Knowing this meant her dad probably smelled like whiskey, cigarettes, Old Spice and shame I sneaked away to the bad kid table to talk about ninja weapons and how gross girls are.
But this weekend while I was visiting Las Vegas a drunk gal without a shirt on came up to me and yelled “Go Gophers. Woohooo!”
Swamptown in Vegas: A Play in One Act
(scene rises in Vegas)
DRUNK GAL: Go Gophers. Woohooo!
CLARENCE: Mom, please don’t! Everybody’s staring.
(The End)
+1 Clarence. Well played.
I was living about 2 miles from the U campus and biking to class. It was an 8AM class, and it was the winter. Anyway, I see some kids down the block goofing around on both sides of the streets, presumably waiting for the bus.
All of a sudden the kid on the sidewalk to my right does a barrel roll over the snowbank and starts running across the street. I have to slam on the brakes, and wipe out and slide maybe 50 feet on the hard-packed snow/ice mix on the street.
The kid: “Gee mister, you scared me.” Pause. “I didn’t know they made bikes that rode in the winter.”
I managed to yell out “You gotta watch where you’re going kid!” or something. It took all of my feeble strength to resist screaming profanities at the top of my lungs.
