Three memorable conversations over the last 2 days:
Ant: Why’d you leave a missed call on my phone?
3RM: We needed chocolate.
Peas: What did you say?
Ant: Why’d you leave me a miss call?
Peas: Is that what you asked me?
Peas: What did you ask again?
3RM: But where’s our chocolate?
Ant: I told you I didn’t answer my phone.
3RM: But wait…where’s the chocolate?
Peas: She did answer her phone, didn’t she?
Ant: No….I said I didn’t.
Peas: Then what’s going on?
3RM: I forget.
Ant: What the fuck is wrong with you two?
3RM: I don’t know what’s going on.
3RM: Want some pot?
Peas: Did someone say chocolate?
Ant: No. No chocolate. Didn’t. Bring. Fucking. Chocolate.
Peas: What chocolate? Oooh I feel like chocolate.
3RM: Did she bring chocolate?
The fact I remember this conversation two days later is somewhat miraculous. And, kids, pot makes you thick.
Overheard on the street, between the bank and Rosebank Mall yesterday:
Girl: Well fuck you. I saw you dancing with her, what do you take me for, something STUPID?
Boy: Well yes, because you are stupid.
Girl: You need to emigrate.
Boy: I am planning on it. Like tomorrow. Watch me, lady, watch me walk to Flite Centre right now!
Girl: I’m watching, start walking asshole! As long as you there and I’m here, that’s just. Fine. With. Me.
Girl: You’re a fucker.
Boy: So are you.
Girl: That’s not possible, because you’re the biggest fucker in the whole world.
Boy: See? I’m walking [walking backwards into a potplant], I’m walking!
I was embarrassed, as I walked almost straight through this, (“Terribly sorry, excuse me”) But four things:
1) Hells bells relationships are hard work.
2) Never argue in an open street, nevertheless.
3) I bet he not only danced with her, he boofed her too.
4) They didn’t look drunk. You mainly hear this outside clubs at 3:00am, (read Joblog), but they were well sober.
At drinks with C and Jack Rock last night at a Sandton pub, when:
Mandog Guy: [walks up to our table] Hey! You were the girl I had a three hour chat with about politics like two weeks ago. At Manhattan. Then you went and lost your wallet.
Peas: Um, hi!
Mandog Guy: You find your wallet?
Peas: Yip, my mate did in fact. After I’d cancelled my cards.
Mandog Guy: So can I give you my number now?
Peas: I don’t take guy’s numbers, sorry. I just don’t do that ‘phone-guy-first’ thing.
Mandog Guy: Well let me take yours then.
Peas: OK, why not? [Give him my number.]
Mandog Guy: Cool, well see you around.
Then I went home. After conversations involving sex and religion, I did what any normal girl would do:
I wanked proper.
Happy Thursdays! (Well, I’M smiling.)