This one happened to me while I was at the airshow this weekend. It's..well, strange. Very strange.
At the time, I was camping out around this F18 hornet from canada. The pilot was a blast, and even let myself and a few other people bask in the shade of it's wings. That was the closest I have ever been to such a plane, and I doubt I'll forget the experience.
While I was sitting there on the tarmac, several people came wandering past, all wanting to know things about the plane, or at least it seemed most wanted to know about the plane. One couple, whose accent made me think of new england; wanted directions to go out to eat. The pilot pointed my direction and told them that I live in the area, I probably could help.
Coming over to me, the following conversation happened.
YH=Yankee Husband
YW=Yankee Wife
R=Well, lil old me
YH (looking down since I wasn't about to stand) Well. Excuse me. Can you help me?
R=Might can. Probably can. What do y'all need?
YH We need directions. You know, to find a place?
R=Okay. To where?
YH=Applebees.
R=Uh..I'm sorry, there ain't one around. I mean, not for oh...sixty miles or so. You sure you don't mean...
YW=We want directions to Applebees! We ate there last night, so don't tell us there's not one!
R=(thinking) If you ate there last night, why can't you find it again today? (Said) Ok, so I won't tell you. Doesn't change the fact there isn't one. Whad do you want me to do? Bend the laws of space to change that?
YH= (in a huff) Now listen here. Are you calling me stupid? I know what I ate last night!
R=Never said that. Just said you couldn't have ate there.
YW= (to the hubby, but loud enough so I heard) Listen honey, this stupid redneck probably can't even read. I think I saw a booth of their's here, we can ask them.
R= (clearing my throat) You mean that booth over there. (points at one down the way)
YW= (snobbishly) YES. That booth. We'll ask them.
R= Good. You do that. Though, tell me something. I can't quite read well, so what's that sign say?
YH= (Meekly) Ruby Tuesday's.
(cue rimshot)
At the time, I was camping out around this F18 hornet from canada. The pilot was a blast, and even let myself and a few other people bask in the shade of it's wings. That was the closest I have ever been to such a plane, and I doubt I'll forget the experience.
While I was sitting there on the tarmac, several people came wandering past, all wanting to know things about the plane, or at least it seemed most wanted to know about the plane. One couple, whose accent made me think of new england; wanted directions to go out to eat. The pilot pointed my direction and told them that I live in the area, I probably could help.
Coming over to me, the following conversation happened.
YH=Yankee Husband
YW=Yankee Wife
R=Well, lil old me
YH (looking down since I wasn't about to stand) Well. Excuse me. Can you help me?
R=Might can. Probably can. What do y'all need?
YH We need directions. You know, to find a place?
R=Okay. To where?
YH=Applebees.
R=Uh..I'm sorry, there ain't one around. I mean, not for oh...sixty miles or so. You sure you don't mean...
YW=We want directions to Applebees! We ate there last night, so don't tell us there's not one!
R=(thinking) If you ate there last night, why can't you find it again today? (Said) Ok, so I won't tell you. Doesn't change the fact there isn't one. Whad do you want me to do? Bend the laws of space to change that?
YH= (in a huff) Now listen here. Are you calling me stupid? I know what I ate last night!
R=Never said that. Just said you couldn't have ate there.
YW= (to the hubby, but loud enough so I heard) Listen honey, this stupid redneck probably can't even read. I think I saw a booth of their's here, we can ask them.
R= (clearing my throat) You mean that booth over there. (points at one down the way)
YW= (snobbishly) YES. That booth. We'll ask them.
R= Good. You do that. Though, tell me something. I can't quite read well, so what's that sign say?
YH= (Meekly) Ruby Tuesday's.
(cue rimshot)


, but in a good way. We need a :stare&drool: emoticon or something.


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