Last night my son had his first soccer game. His team got creamed! The other team was big, well organized and had shockingly white jerseys. Randy is the smallest one on his team. In fact, the biggest guy on his team is twice Randy's height. As Randy was running down the field, one of the kids on the other team screamed out, "Look at the size of that guy!" in a mocking manner. I resisted the urge to turn around and tell the giant fatty to shut up.
Yesterday at work, a co-worker said to me, "How old are you? 35?"
Today, I went to a table to ask how their meals were. There were three people eating. I try not to generalize by asking how everything was so I asked, "How did you enjoy the special? Should I try it for lunch?" and "Did you like our new fries?" to which both answers were that the food was great. Satisfied, I left the table. As I was walking away the third person says, "The salad was crap. Thanks for asking." This is the same lady that asked for French Onion soup without the onions.
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French onion soup without the onions would be French Soup. To me, french soup is split pea with ham. Perhaps you should have opened a tin of Habitant for her?
And you don't look 35, and Randy is perfect.
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