|rachelmanija (rachelmanija) wrote,|
@ 2004-09-04 10:53 am UTC
Players: Me, suddenly realizing I left my cell phone at home; Charlie, only person in sight, a big bruiser of a white belt guy.
Me: Excuse me, Charlie. Do you have a cell phone?
Charlie stares at me like I'm from Mars.
Charlie (suspiciously): Yeah.
Charlie makes no move to offer it to me.
Me, confused by his attitude: Well, do you have it on you?
Charlie, now staring at me like I'm from Jupiter: No, it's at home.
Me: Oh. Well, never mind, then.
Charlie: Why do you ask?
Me: Well, I was going to ask if I could borrow it.
Charlie: You wanted to borrow it?
Me, now convinced that he's from the farthest reaches of the Magellanic Clouds: I need to make a phone call, and I left mine at home.
Charlie: Oh! You wanted a cell phone!
Me: What did you think I said?
Charlie: A sofa.