Sheryl, Matt, Steve and I went to dinner at the local diner last Friday. At the end of dinner, the waiter tapped me on the shoulder.
“Can I ask you a question,” he said.
“Sure.”
“Are you brother and sister, or are you married?” he asked, pointing at Sheryl and me.
I was a little caught off guard. “Married,” I said, shaking my head.
“Oh, well that makes sense. When people are together a long time they start looking like each other.”
Poor Sheryl. I figure that I went up in stature, but that poor girl.
You can imagine what happened next. We laughed for the entire ride home. “Christ,” I said, “I’m glad he didn’t ask me if I had a bulldog, because people start to look like their pets after a while.”
That was the strangest thing every said to me at a restaurant.
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That is strange. It is true, though, you do begin to look like each other. Of course, I have a different problem, people we know are always calling me by my hubby’s name and him by mine. Someone asked me how Jimmi was one day and I said, “He is doing OK, I wonder how his partner is doing though, poor sod.”
That is strange. It is true, though, you do begin to look like each other. Of course, I have a different problem, people we know are always calling me by my hubby’s name and him by mine. Someone asked me how Jimmi was one day and I said, “He is doing OK, I wonder how his partner is doing though, poor sod.”
Pinky Bear, that is too funny…masquerading as someone else. Go figure.
I told Sheryl we should start wearing matching shirts and sweaters…lol. It was really strange…I’m weirded out about it…she let it go. (It’s the normal family dynamic, I must admit.)
Pinky Bear, that is too funny…masquerading as someone else. Go figure.
I told Sheryl we should start wearing matching shirts and sweaters…lol. It was really strange…I’m weirded out about it…she let it go. (It’s the normal family dynamic, I must admit.)
It could have been worse, could have been, “Is that your brother or are the two of you married?” Sadly, as a child (boy child), on 3 different occasions, people came up to me and asked, “Are you a boy or a girl?”
It could have been worse, could have been, “Is that your brother or are the two of you married?” Sadly, as a child (boy child), on 3 different occasions, people came up to me and asked, “Are you a boy or a girl?”
Strangest thing ever said to me at a US restaurant….’park your fanny there’
Slightly different meaning here in OZ
Strangest thing ever said to me at a US restaurant….’park your fanny there’
Slightly different meaning here in OZ
Dr. Zibbs, you’re right, it could have been worse. We let our son Matt’s hair grwo when he was little…and we got that a bit.
My Aussie Mate…hmmm, I don’t know that one. I know it in America, but will have to look up what it means in OZ. I’m laughing already.
Dr. Zibbs, you’re right, it could have been worse. We let our son Matt’s hair grwo when he was little…and we got that a bit.
My Aussie Mate…hmmm, I don’t know that one. I know it in America, but will have to look up what it means in OZ. I’m laughing already.
My Aussie Mate…..lolololol. Wow, that’s a big difference. Too funny.
My Aussie Mate…..lolololol. Wow, that’s a big difference. Too funny.
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