Post-dramatic stress syndrome

Yes, I know how much fun it is to deliver the zinger of all zingers, but after Chele got to hear this way-too-Kevin-Smith-y dialogue at Whole Foods, I may have to reevaluate the value of that particular weapon:

A young couple was standing near the wines (blocking my path to the Chilean Shiraz) and they were arguing in heated tones. She was a good looking brunette who was whisper thin. He was a tall blond who hadn’t seen direct sunlight in a while. I don’t know what the argument was about but the line that made me wince came from her:

“I didn’t have to worry about stuff like this with Todd.” Pow!

He came back with, “Which one was Todd? How do you keep them all straight? Surprised you paused long enough to get names.” Bam!

It inevitably escalated from there.

I slunk away hoping none of their bad vibe-i-ness rubbed off on me.

Moral: Sticks and stones may break your bones, but some words will make you yearn for mere sticks and stones.





2 comments

  1. McGehee »

    7 December 2010 · 7:39 pm

    “Sticks and stones may break your bones, so I’m going stand here with my stick while you think carefully about what you’re going to say next.”

  2. fillyjonk »

    8 December 2010 · 8:12 am

    Wow. I guess the new version of “there’s a lid for every pot” might be “sometimes people who ‘deserve’ each other wind up together”?

    (I remain completely unconvinced that there IS a lid for every pot, FWIW….)

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