about ducks vs. owls and indoor bike riders...
so i had to dust off the old livejournal just to tell these two stories. every word is absolutely true.
story 1:
carrie and i walked down the street to cameli's to get some dinner, and on our return, we heard a strange rustling in the tree above us. i looked up to see if i could make out what it was in the dim street-light, but alas, i could not. then suddenly i heard quacking. and then hooting. and, i kid you not, i made out the sillhouette of a duck and an owl fighting! the hooting and quacking quickly became a cacophony of screeching and wings fluttering. we kept walking, however i was never the same man. i don't even know if i believe it really happened, but, carrie as my witness, it did.
story 2 (shorter):
i was busy folding tshirts in the front area at urban. normal slow day at work. suddenly (again, i know), I look up, and a customer had mounted our "old skool" bike (god, i know, shutup) and was riding out the door. yes. riding out the door. it took me a second to react, but after the initial shock wore off, i jumped from around the folding cart, and darted off after the bike. the rider wasn't trying to make a getaway, just leisurly pedaling out the door. i caught him about 5 feet outside of the store. "i can't ride this around the mall?" the perplexed customer said. "uhm, no," an even more perplexed scotty replied. "can i just ride it around the store than?" at this point, i was waiting for the punchline. none came, so i replied, "uhm, no." i thought to myself, yeah, how about you try on an outfit, and just walk around the mall for a few hours. once you're done, you can just bring it on back, no problem. god. yet another unbelievable story. two in three days.
werd.
story 1:
carrie and i walked down the street to cameli's to get some dinner, and on our return, we heard a strange rustling in the tree above us. i looked up to see if i could make out what it was in the dim street-light, but alas, i could not. then suddenly i heard quacking. and then hooting. and, i kid you not, i made out the sillhouette of a duck and an owl fighting! the hooting and quacking quickly became a cacophony of screeching and wings fluttering. we kept walking, however i was never the same man. i don't even know if i believe it really happened, but, carrie as my witness, it did.
story 2 (shorter):
i was busy folding tshirts in the front area at urban. normal slow day at work. suddenly (again, i know), I look up, and a customer had mounted our "old skool" bike (god, i know, shutup) and was riding out the door. yes. riding out the door. it took me a second to react, but after the initial shock wore off, i jumped from around the folding cart, and darted off after the bike. the rider wasn't trying to make a getaway, just leisurly pedaling out the door. i caught him about 5 feet outside of the store. "i can't ride this around the mall?" the perplexed customer said. "uhm, no," an even more perplexed scotty replied. "can i just ride it around the store than?" at this point, i was waiting for the punchline. none came, so i replied, "uhm, no." i thought to myself, yeah, how about you try on an outfit, and just walk around the mall for a few hours. once you're done, you can just bring it on back, no problem. god. yet another unbelievable story. two in three days.
werd.