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I bought a packet of Khatta Meetha the other day and let all of my coworkers taste it. The results were mixed, but most just found it odd. Not bad, just odd.
New Boss, however, refused to try it. He said it sounded weird. What? It's food. It's different. Just try it! But no. No amount of cajoling, needling or begging would make him cave. Not even when I told him it was Indian Fiddle Faddle...that looks like puffed wheat with peanuts and tastes like curry.
Buzz kill.
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A guy in our neighborhood is known to carry a baseball bat. This, in itself, isn't odd. If he was going to play baseball. I don't think that's his intent, however.
Nope. The baseball bat is tied securely to a heavy rope, and slung over his shoulder like a backpack.
We alternately call him Mad Max and Thunderdome.
Not to his face, though. That'd just be stupid.
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In other news, I accidentally flashed New Boss today. I consider his horrified expression an official quid pro quo for last Friday, when he insisted on dialoguing with me while his finger was up his nose.
That's pretty much all I have to say on that subject.
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New Boss, however, refused to try it. He said it sounded weird. What? It's food. It's different. Just try it! But no. No amount of cajoling, needling or begging would make him cave. Not even when I told him it was Indian Fiddle Faddle...that looks like puffed wheat with peanuts and tastes like curry.
Buzz kill.
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A guy in our neighborhood is known to carry a baseball bat. This, in itself, isn't odd. If he was going to play baseball. I don't think that's his intent, however.
Nope. The baseball bat is tied securely to a heavy rope, and slung over his shoulder like a backpack.
We alternately call him Mad Max and Thunderdome.
Not to his face, though. That'd just be stupid.
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In other news, I accidentally flashed New Boss today. I consider his horrified expression an official quid pro quo for last Friday, when he insisted on dialoguing with me while his finger was up his nose.
That's pretty much all I have to say on that subject.
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posted by rennratt at 8:40 PM
8 Comments:
So let me get this straight. If I talk to a woman with my finger up my nose it could result in getting flashed later?! Why the hell was I told not to do that?!
I think new boss got the better end of the deal! LOL.
*furiously taking notes*
Sorry... I couldn't help but string these together in a bizarre parody of the movie Waiting.
Thunderdome.
*snort*
Ron, that's the funniest comment I've seen in months!!
Renn, does Mad Max ever use the bat or just carry it?
Wait, wait. Y'all live in the South, and have a guy who runs around with a baseball bat?
I saw that movie.
His name is Buford, right?
Boy, New Boss needs to pull the stick out. But more food for everyone else!
I'd have an escape route planned out if ever in the same area as bat guy. Definitely one of those people that you'd hear about on the news...
Heh, I agree with that above - flashing vs. nose picking? New Boss wins.
just....
well....
ahem.
wow.
ha ha ha ha ha! Awesome.
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