Filed under:Miscellaneous — posted by Anwyn on October 15, 2006 @ 7:57 pm

While leaving a parking garage. As I was exiting the little hut that houses the elevator and stairwell, two guys were walking toward it–one large, six-foot-plus guy with scraggly beard, earring(s?), leather jacket, one smaller, somewhat scrawny, black-trenchcoated fellow. The smaller guy was saying in a rather … piercing … voice: “And I have that hip-swivel that only comes when I’m about to–” at which precise moment they entered the elevator hut and thus exited my hearing range.

And no, I don’t want to know. At all.


  1. “…roll the ball to pick up a two-pin spare.”

    Bowlers come in all shapes and sizes. ;-)

    Comment by Allen — October 15, 2006 @ 9:16 pm

  2. Allen, I knew you wouldn’t desert the ship. :)

    Comment by Anwyn — October 15, 2006 @ 10:53 pm

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