Multi-tasking isn't for everyone! At the very top of that list and an art-form in its own right, the ability to listen and carry on more than one converation simultaneously. Although I can probably make a good size list of those much better at this than me, it's probably safe to say, I can hold my own. There have been times that listening intently to just one conversation would have produced better results. In retrospect, some of the conversations, even in small amounts, produced some great stories and outstanding moments.
Good, bad or ugly some of the Egg-Nazi's jokes were great, while others had a tendency to backfire. As the story goes, an anonymous, off color jokester relays the story of a full figured young woman with a larger than normal upper body. Repeating a joke, not my forte, I will forego the meaty part of the blurb. If my memory is correct, it usually is, the punch line "I'll take two pickets to Titsburg!", will forever be etched in my mind, as will the the look of disgust on the young woman's face, who just happened to have a very large set of "pickets to Titsburgs!" The clarification for that statement is: 1) I have no idea who the young woman was; 2) She happened to be the next in line to place an order at Fred's News and as she came to the counter she only heard the words, "two Titsburg"; 3) Mr. Bill and friends were exchanging this joke, insisting they were whispering. For the record they were not, which resulted in the young voluptuous woman taking offense; 4) She insisted they were taking about her, they were not. Had I not calmed the woman down, I feared for the life of every one of the male species present in the place at that precise moment. Had she sued for sexual harassment, it would have been a tough case. Reason being, the slew of obscenities spewing from her face far surpassed the snickers of an overheard, albeit misguided punch line, that had nothing to do with her "two pickets to Titsburg!" Did we loose a customer? No, we never saw her again but prior to that fateful morning, we'd never see her before either!
"Was it a fling," not sure, I only heard bits and pieces of the conversation but, "I think so!" A hint of a whisper begins to float across the room...."a pregnant nun? no, no get the gun? What gun? Not a gun, what am I hearing. Oh a piece of gum..... anybody got gum. " You got any gum on ya Dick?" with a twinkle in his eye..."only if you put it there!" Just the bits and pieces, ins and outs of passing conversations, one never know what others have heard!
Good, bad or ugly some of the Egg-Nazi's jokes were great, while others had a tendency to backfire. As the story goes, an anonymous, off color jokester relays the story of a full figured young woman with a larger than normal upper body. Repeating a joke, not my forte, I will forego the meaty part of the blurb. If my memory is correct, it usually is, the punch line "I'll take two pickets to Titsburg!", will forever be etched in my mind, as will the the look of disgust on the young woman's face, who just happened to have a very large set of "pickets to Titsburgs!" The clarification for that statement is: 1) I have no idea who the young woman was; 2) She happened to be the next in line to place an order at Fred's News and as she came to the counter she only heard the words, "two Titsburg"; 3) Mr. Bill and friends were exchanging this joke, insisting they were whispering. For the record they were not, which resulted in the young voluptuous woman taking offense; 4) She insisted they were taking about her, they were not. Had I not calmed the woman down, I feared for the life of every one of the male species present in the place at that precise moment. Had she sued for sexual harassment, it would have been a tough case. Reason being, the slew of obscenities spewing from her face far surpassed the snickers of an overheard, albeit misguided punch line, that had nothing to do with her "two pickets to Titsburg!" Did we loose a customer? No, we never saw her again but prior to that fateful morning, we'd never see her before either!
"Was it a fling," not sure, I only heard bits and pieces of the conversation but, "I think so!" A hint of a whisper begins to float across the room...."a pregnant nun? no, no get the gun? What gun? Not a gun, what am I hearing. Oh a piece of gum..... anybody got gum. " You got any gum on ya Dick?" with a twinkle in his eye..."only if you put it there!" Just the bits and pieces, ins and outs of passing conversations, one never know what others have heard!
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