planet3030

'cause I'm bad

Interesting new fellow in the gym today. He's been there a few times in the last week or so. Hasn't said anything to anyone. That's fine. I understand. But today, out of the blue, he comes up to me and says, "How do you know when it's bedtime at Michael Jackson's house? ... When the big hand meets the little hand." Yeah, haha. Whatever, but it weirded me out just a little bit in that this is kinda his version of "Hi how ya doing?" But what made it even stranger is that he delivered it while kinda looking straight down at the floor and then did that little nervous, snorting kinda laugh.

But then, but then, it got better, 'cause I noticed that he did the exact same thing, with the exact same joke, to 2 other people. Wow. Impressive. I hope he sticks around 'cause he's going to make me look like a real conversationalist.

About the only person he didn't tell the joke to was the Mr. NPR, reason being that Mr. NPR had on his special "I'm way too above this crap music you kids play so I'm wearing my special radio headset with NPR on it." Which is always good for a few laughs. (One time he accidently left it in the gym and we were tempted to change the radio station on it for him but resisted.) At any rate, since he was otherwise occupied listening to a soothing story about goat herders on the Nile river bank or some two bit writer's reminiscences about growing up poor in Mississippi, he didn't have to hear the MJ joke. Although he did manage to annoy us anyway, because he kept TALKING VERY LOUDLY about whatever he was listening to. Which I really wanted to remind him is kinda the point about the headphones - so that you DON'T disturb other people around you with what you're listening to.

Oh well.

Nice shirt. KISS.

Hm. For the holidaze?

Sort of funny. Why tomato chip??

Mmmm. Tastee.

Posted by minor at November 19, 2003 06:13 PM