I walked into the kitchen of a friends house last night, and Christophe was blotting his hand with a paper towel..
Me: Chris are you bleeding?
Chris: Ah, yes, but it is okay.
Me: Oh what happened?
Chris: I was..ah...doing..[begins to make hand movement]...
Me: Drawing?
Chris: Um..yes!
Me: Oh...really?
Chris: Yes..the..[begins to sound out something I can't decipher]
Me: Were you drawing with like charcoal or something?
Chris: YES! What is the word? Say again.
Me: Charcoal?
Chris: Yes! Cha-col.
Me: Uh..yup!
So I walk into the other room and come back a few minutes later to Eric in the kitchen with Chris...
Eric: Meg, what the hell did you tell Chris that air hockey was?
Me: Oh. Crap.
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