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A Pox on both your blouses:
I have to stop telling complete strangers on public transport my wacky invention ideas, because one of two things could happen:
a) someone steals my idea
b) the person I speak to remembers my face and my story to the letter, and then is a visitor at my church.
Which is, of course, exactly what happened. There was this girl last Sunday night and she retells excitedly of how she met me on a Westbus bus during the season when cargo pants were in fashion. I was explaining to her at the time of how I dreamed of making cargo pockets with velcro on the back so that you could just stick them onto your old unfashionable clothes. And look, the gayness of the Velcro-Pox2000 idea wasn't the worst part: her and her friend got into their heads that I was the funniest person they'd ever met which leads into one of those horrible conversations where I make statements that get more and more serious, and their laughter gets louder and louder respectively. Just like this:
Alison: So it's nice to meet with you again after so long.
Stranger: hahaha!
Alison: Is your place blacked out at the moment? We haven't got any power at my place, and no hot water either.
Stranger: Hahahahaha!
Alison: Well, we've got a little bit of hot water, we have a solar heating system. So my Dad's making us have those 3 minute Navy Showers, you know where you just soap yourself up and rinse it off?
Stranger: HAHAHAHA!
Alison: My sister had a 10 minute shower though because she needed to shave her legs. So my shower was ice cold.
Stranger: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Alison: Um...ok. I need to go now.
The end.
I have to stop telling complete strangers on public transport my wacky invention ideas, because one of two things could happen:
a) someone steals my idea
b) the person I speak to remembers my face and my story to the letter, and then is a visitor at my church.
Which is, of course, exactly what happened. There was this girl last Sunday night and she retells excitedly of how she met me on a Westbus bus during the season when cargo pants were in fashion. I was explaining to her at the time of how I dreamed of making cargo pockets with velcro on the back so that you could just stick them onto your old unfashionable clothes. And look, the gayness of the Velcro-Pox2000 idea wasn't the worst part: her and her friend got into their heads that I was the funniest person they'd ever met which leads into one of those horrible conversations where I make statements that get more and more serious, and their laughter gets louder and louder respectively. Just like this:
Alison: So it's nice to meet with you again after so long.
Stranger: hahaha!
Alison: Is your place blacked out at the moment? We haven't got any power at my place, and no hot water either.
Stranger: Hahahahaha!
Alison: Well, we've got a little bit of hot water, we have a solar heating system. So my Dad's making us have those 3 minute Navy Showers, you know where you just soap yourself up and rinse it off?
Stranger: HAHAHAHA!
Alison: My sister had a 10 minute shower though because she needed to shave her legs. So my shower was ice cold.
Stranger: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Alison: Um...ok. I need to go now.
The end.