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| Elephant |
Posted - 03/30/2005 : 20:01:09
I went to the optometrist today - for just a routine check-up. I kind of like the entire optometrist thing, like personally I think eyes are kind of cool. Like flashing lights in people's eyes and things of that nature must be fun; at least I always thought so.
After my examination I asked him if he has seen Un Chien Andalou - he said no. Also - when I was in the waiting room a girl of 15 came running into the office, and went to the front desk... and she asked - in her loudest voice "WHAT TIME IS IT?" and the secretary working there (who was sexy - you know, librarian sexy) politely responded "It's a quarter after two." then the young lady said "MY OPINTMENT IS AT 2:15!"
I knew with a beaut' like that her mother would surely be following close behind - and that she was. A woman with black hair, probably in her mid 40's, who looks younger then that - walks into the office behind her loud daughter
Now the mother is wearing one of those leather rocker 70's jackets with the leather strings that flow from underneath the arms. They began to look around the place while I was sitting there in the chair waiting to go into the optometrist.
The daughter began looking at glasses; she was wearing a flannel button-up shirt. Now I really didn't think anything of their dress, because when the secretary asked their mailing address the mother gave a postal box. So obviously - these people live out in the country.
So you know - I thought no big deal; obviously these people are just country folk, nothing wrong with that. So as I was saying - they both continue to look through the glasses, apparently the daughter needed a pair. The mother began to tell some story very loudly about how optometrists don't know what their talking about, because she has taken her son to three different doctors - and they have told him something different about his eyes.
"One told him he needs bifocals, one told him he doesn't need glasses at all..." she had said. Apparently the boy had gone cross-eyed, who the fuck knows - perhaps he had been kicked by a mule.
Now you may think me nosey for ease dropping on these poor country folk - but I assure you, it wasn't a hard thing to do. These people were talking extremely loud. I'm serious - these people could be heard through the entire office.
Their looking for glasses - both of them, and a old man is being helped by a younger man (who obviously works there as a assistant or something, because he just sits near the racks of glasses all day from the looks of things) and the mother, walks up to this man while she is shopping with her daughter for glasses.
Now this man is obviously busy with a customer, but right away the mother buts in - in her loudest tone. Asking "What glasses can I get? Since we're on welfare?" now I'm not sure about the entire welfare thing, but I guess if you're on welfare - you get discounts of things such as glasses.
The strangest thing was - she kind of sounded proud to be on welfare, being as loud as she had said it. It all started to make sense at this point - these weren't anything but simple out-of-touch country folk. These were confused poor people.
The clothing had come from good-will I'm sure. Anyways, this really put a damper on my day. Loud poor people are kind of depressing.
The optometrist told me that I might need glasses; he said something like in the future if I start finding it hard to focus that I will probably need some. I hope not though - nothing against glasses, but just don't want them on my face.
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| Homers_pet_monkey |
Posted - 03/31/2005 : 04:56:01
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Originally posted by Elephant
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Originally posted by floop
...i like your storytelling style Elephant
Like in my most recent essay I wrote, she added a comma after a dash. Which you're never suposta' do - it's against the rules of dashes!
Yeah Damon would not have been happy.
Hansel and Gretel have formed a band, .....And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Breadcrumbs!!!
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| Elephant |
Posted - 03/30/2005 : 20:40:31
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Originally posted by floop
...i like your storytelling style Elephant
My English Language Arts teacher doesn't agree - she is always giving me these awful marks. Half of the time she incorrectly marks my grammar, even though I DO make mistakes. Sometimes she just decides to randomly add things.
Like in my most recent essay I wrote, she added a comma after a dash. Which you're never suposta' do - it's against the rules of dashes! I'm thinking of re-marking my work and handing it back to her and writing something just to piss her off at the top like "Nice try, but I see your marking skills are improving!"
It really pisses me off, like for example - she deducted marks because instead of just putting "1996" I put something like "In the year of one thousand, nine hundred and ninety six". |
| Elephant |
Posted - 03/30/2005 : 20:31:34
I would say... in one of my most serious tones - I would consider her a "MILF". But she wasn't amazingly hot, I would just say that she looked alright for a mother with a kid who is 15.
Probably one of those mothers who are always trying to be "cool" with their kids. Like letting their friends hang out at her house and drink and smoke and everything. |
| tobafett |
Posted - 03/30/2005 : 20:29:15
i would guess more easy than hot...but i wasn't there.
but i'll betcha five bucks. |
| floop |
Posted - 03/30/2005 : 20:24:26
was she hot? (the mom)
i like your storytelling style Elephant
ist es möglich für ein quesadilla skrotum zu lecken? beim sprechen der quesadillas von LBF, ja. ja in der tatheheheheheheehehee! |
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