Both true stories. This morning I get up and head out to the bank to take care of some business. I run into a young lady, a co-worker who has been trying to set me up with her mom. She tells me she told her mom about me and I asked what did her mom say? She said she would keep me in mind. Now after 25 years of industrial sales, the mentality took over. I told Stacey I didn't know if I wanted her mom's number to ask her out for a date or for a follow up sales call. I gave Stacey my home number to give to her mom and when she called to ask for Blue Boy, because I would be holding my breath. American women, geeesh.
After that I get home and look in my mailbox and find an erotic gift especially for Lizzy Hardon with my address on it. It was sent to me by a special friend Heywood Jablowme. You don't even want to know what was in it. I have some demented friends and there will be hell to pay come Monday. Some of my friends have more money than brains and too much time on their hands or in there hands.
Don't know if this pushes the bounds of good taste but I it is quite strange. In Moldova they speak Moldovan (Romanian) and Russian. And their menus are also written in the two languages. One write above the other. On one page the heading was:
Which cracked me up. My girl didn't get it at all.