So I was at the bar,
Hanging with peeps retro,
When I decided to break from the collective.
And take up residence on a stool.
“Your friend there,” some guy sitting next to me said, “What’s his deal?”
“Pardon?” I replied. I knew he was talking to me, but was not sure to whom he was referring.
“Your friend there,” He resumed, nodding his head in the direction of the group I had just left, his eyes focused on one girl in particular.
“Huh?” I answered, stuck in a one word rut.
“It’s cool. No big deal. I’ve seen him before. I know. What’s his deal though? Does he look like that all the time?”
You have to be phreaking kidding me !!!
“Ummmm,” I used as a one word-like substitute as I grasped aimslessly for a response.
“He’s good. Most people have no idea.”
“Ummmm,” I used again. One word capabilities were all I had at this point.
He then proceeded to share the visual and auditory kues which his astuteness had noted enabling him to draw his erroneous klocking conclusion.
“Wow,” I started.
Come on, you can do it. A sentence, combine words to form a sentence !!!
“Tell me about it,” He interjected. Interrupting me before I was able to complete my syntaxtical goal. “Phucks with your mind. He’s hot. Tell me, is he all girl now? You know what I mean.”
Fast Forward 9 years to this past weekend.
“Your friend there, what’s his deal?” was the query posed.
Though this time,
The ‘his’ being Function called was …
Not being said to Me 1.0 about another,
But about Me 2.0 to another.
So tasty good ! 🙂
Though deliberate misapplication of pronoun gender …
So not kewl.
Accidental misapplication isn’t bothersome in the least,
I can still screw that up.
But when it’s done with intent,
And you can always tell,
Check out this twist to the irony …
The events recited …
Despite occuring almost a decade seperate,
Took place in the same bar establishment,
Nicely seasoning the more recent incident with a pleasant tinge of surrealism.
Kurse you gods of irony …
And your Amy-like sense of humor ! 🙂