I had a blonde moment the other day. Yes, I know it is hard to believe, but I ((a self-appointed genius)) asked a stupid question. Here’s how the conversation went…
While sitting in arts class…
((Girl #1)): Lent started, I’ve given up pop.
((Girl #2)): Oh my God! Me too! It's gonna be sooooo tough! I love pop.
((Girl #1)): Me too!
((Woman)): (from across the room): What’s Lent? Why are you giving up something that you love?
At this point… my curiosity has been piqued. Now I am intensely eavesdropping…
((Girl #1)): Um… I guess Lent represents Christ’s sacrifice for us…
((Woman)): (interrupting): But why do you have to give up something you love?
I am contemplating jamming my crochet needle into her inner ear at this point…
((Girl #1)): Christ gave up his life for us, so we pay respect to him by giving up something that we love.
It’s a half-assed answer, but I thought she got her point across rather eloquently for a slutty looking blond chick…
((Woman)): (turning around to face my direction): But why would you give up pop?! What are you going to drink then?
((Me)): (completely thrown aback): Are you kidding?! (turning quickly to the guy sitting next to me) Is she kidding?!
He doesn’t reply because his face is buried in his arms… I see his shoulders trembling… either he’s trying (unsuccessfully) to stifle laughter, or he is openly weeping… He was, in fact, laughing.
((Me)): (once the woman turns back to her work, I jab the guy next to me to get his attention): Is she mildly retarded?
((Guy)): (finally looking up): You mean the woman wearing the bright red velvet jump suit?
See, children? There is such a thing as a stupid question, and anyone who tells you differently should probably start getting fitted for a red velvet jumpsuit.
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