Last night I had to stop for gas when I took Alex to TaeKwonDo. Here’s the conversation I had with the young lady pumping the gas.
Her: “Oh, you’ve got a fighter in the back seat.”
Me: “Yeah, he’s my bodyguard.”
Her: “You look very safe.”
Me: “I am.”
Her (after noticing the NRA sticker on my back window): “NRA huh? You like guns? I’ve got a couple myself.”
Me: “Got to have one just in case he goes down in the fight (pointing to Alex)”
Her LOL: “By the looks of him you’ll never need it.”
Me: “Hope not.”
The paradox of insular language
7 months ago
4 comments:
That's awesome!!!
personal body guard cool
Tamsters
THAT is SO funny!!! I love the fun things that happen with you when you are out. It's because you are such a friendly guy :)
For some reason I hear Tina Turner in my head singing, "He's my backseat fighter. He's fighting for money. Do what you want him to do..." Jen
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