I'm not sure if my faithful blog readers are familiar with comedian Bill Engvall but his whole schtick is that stupid people should have to wear signs so the rest of us will be able to recognize them. For example, he tells a story of calling his wife to tell her that his plane had hit a deer. Her response? "Oh my gosh, were you in the air?" He says "Yep, Santa was makin' one last run. Here's your sign."
I felt like I needed to be giving out signs this weekend.
First, there was some bonus time with the HH (lifeguard of previous postings). I got off work early on Friday, so I went off to the pool for some sun. He came over and sat with me (for several hours) and we talked about my upcoming trip, his return home, etc. Saturday, I was back at the pool (along with that stupid Asian girl, who is neither little nor graceful nor attractive, IMHO, but whatever. He came back to sit with me, so thbbbbbt to her.) He wanted to take a photo of me for his "memory" of his trip. I'm sure he'll show his friends "here's the crazy American girl who asked me out." I stopped back by the pool around closing, on my way to get ice cream, and the HH came with me. (He'd never had a hot fudge sundae before. Perhaps living in Europe isn't all I'd imagined.) Then, Sunday, I was back at the pool, but didn't stay long. I got an email from him this morning, saying that I'd left when he was doing something else and didn't say goodbye. HA! He's hooked people. And leaving. Story of my life. He needs a sign that says "Get a Clue and some Plan A!"
And then in other randomness, I went to the Advance Auto Parts store after getting my "Vegas Toes" pedicure to buy something to remove tree sap from my window. The guy at the front was sold out of the product, but went into the back to get his supply and came out and WASHED THE WINDOW FOR ME! Wow. I asked him if he wanted to wash the whole car while he was there, and he said (and I quote) "Well, you're cute, but maybe not that cute. UNLESS you're a good dancer. Are you a good dancer?"
I was a bit concerned that perhaps he might have a fold-up stripper pole hidden, but it was daylight and flattering and so I played along. He needed a sign that said "Whoa cowboy!"
And then there was this guy in the pool who was wearing something resembling socks. In the pool. The HH says to me "I have joke, but I forget word." The word, my friends, was socks. :) His sign should've been "Don't wear socks"
So how was your weekend?