Just One

Some Women, Some Cameras, Just One (that's our story, and we're sticking to it) beverage. Shake. Serve with twist of venting, crying, bitching, and laughing-laughing-laughing. Men Welcome. Buy us all the drinks you want, but we still won't sleep with you. Probably.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Maryland, revisited

Wendy referred, in the last entry, to folks in her neck of the woods not being quite so chatty as they might be in ours. I second that; when I visited the Baltimore/D.C. area, I was most struck at how little eye contact and "h'lo"ing people did.

WE WON'T HAVE IT!! This guy sat next to us at our Crabnight Extravaganza, and no matter how many jokes we made, we just couldn't crack him. Never ones to take, say, a hint, we kept at it. Here's Lori, giving him a hard time while he's on the phone.

He finished his phone call, kept working at his crabs, without ever looking up, finally said, "You're not from around here, are you?" He succumbed to our wiles after politely asking Lori if she'd ever had crabs before, and she replied, "that's kind of a personal question, don't you think?"

And to verify Wendy's statement that those crabs make a big 'ol mess...well, check out the front of that guy's t-shirt.


At 11:31 AM, Blogger Wendy said...

LOVE IT! Great story & photos. Here's my youngest son's favorite joke:

Q: Why does the ocean roar?
A: You would too if you had crabs on your bottom.

Funny thing is, he doesn't even understand why it's funny!

At 11:02 AM, Blogger Susie Q said...

Great job for not giving up! Once you have a man sighted you CANNOT give up until he responds!


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