M: hello?
TTM: hey! how're you doin?
M: fine. how can i help you?
TTM: so, i'm going over to marshall fields.
M: really. uh-huh...
TTM: i was just wondering what kind of pants i should buy. i mean i'm going to buy those pleated pants that you don't like, but what fabric should i buy?
M: i dunno. i suppose if you're looking for fall/winter stuff you should buy fall/winter weight wooly or wool blendy stuff. if for some reason you want something summery, buy chino-y, cottony, lightweight stuff.
TTM: hmm. ok. i can do that.
M: yeah. i can't believe you're going to buy those pants.
TTM: what's wrong with them?
M: they're grandpa pants. they look like you have a pooch.
TTM: they're not grandpa pants. they're CLASSIC. and i DO have a pooch.
M: so, you're buying the pants to show off your pooch? can't you just wear a sandwich board that says "i have a pooch"? hey, can i call you "grandpa"?
TTM: you cannot call me grandpa because i'm not one.
M: you're going to look like one.
*pregnant pause*
TTM: how is the rest of your day going? anything exciting happenning?
M: DIDN'T I TELL YOU!? STEVE AND BLUE ARE FOLLOWING THE PURPLE DRAGON THAT FLEW OFF WITH MISSING KEY TO THE ENCHANTED CASTLE!!!
*pause*
TTM: well, on that note. i'll let you go.
M: yeah, later, grandpa.
2 comments:
aren't any of my conversations with you privileged?
um, and you are? ;P
(good thing you're not my husband... i'd have to explain that the zero boss just linked this post to his blog.... oh, what a tangled web i weave...)
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