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Hola tOdd,
I have a linguistics class in about 8 minutes, just sittin <a href=”http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v179/Webmasterbrok/hubinside.jpg”>at the hub,</a>and thought of this story that happened earlier this year at school that left me thinking <i>oh sh*t</i>.
Okay, so when I first came to school, my mom said to me, “You know, Lauren, you know Dave who your dad worked with?”
“No”
“well… his daughter goes to Penn State” (this is the bazillionth time she’s said something like that)
“Oh.. .nice..”
“You should give her a call.. make friends [blah blah blah blah]”
Keep in mind that my dad worked at the local electric company, so you can only imagine the type of people he worked with. This guy’s daughter wasn’t too far off, from that personality type either.
So I got in touch with her, actually she wanted to meet me to sell me her football tickets. Once we got talking, we told stories about our dads. We were having a nice time talking, laughing, etc. She was easy to get along with; I thought I was making my first good friend at school. Then she says to me, “.. Ha, I thought when you said ‘Dave’ earlier you were talking about my dad.”
“Haha no, I was talking about another Dave. My dad works with, like, a thousand Dave’s, I swear to god. Like.. all the Dave’s in the world are electrical engineers, and then my mom… she and nurse and works with all the Patty’s in the world. Haha that’s like the typical 80s couple or something. All the electrical engineer Dave’s marry all the Nurse Patty’s”
(in a really offended tone) “Hey!….. my mom’s named Patty…..”
Uh oh….. That’s when I could feel my face drop from an excited smile into panic mode… <i>what do I do? What do I do? Uhh uhh….</i> I was at a total loss for words. I managed to nervously squirt out “Ha.. oh sorry…” I think it turned out all right, but for the moment there, I was in total panic.
Then later in the semester, she was over at my room and we were watching something on the TV or computer. It was all flashy and junk, you know. And I just made the comment “Whoa… hope you don’t have epilepsy watchin this thing”
(in that same offended tone, with a pinch of anger) “Hey… my dad has epilepsy…”
Ahhh!!! I don’t even remember how I recovered from that comment, I just remember feeling like first class A-hole. But she and I hang out a lot and party together. So all’s good. J
The (4)th email from this family… hah
Toodles,
Schaef-
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