So last weekend was fun.
A friend of mine got married down in sunny California. My wife and I flew down from Seattle the morning of the wedding. We heard on the intercom that first class tickets were available for $50 each. I was feeling saucy so I sprang for it. The nice lady on United only charged us for one ticket so that was cool. What wasn’t cool is that the plane’s Phalange was broken so we got to sit in first class for two hours before the plane took off.
I’ve never sat in first class before on an airplane. Apparently they trust those passengers more and give them lethal weapons. Real glass! Sharp knives! Crockery!
Anyways, we got there and rented a new silver Ford Mustang. We calculated that it goes from 0-60 in about six seconds. It’s much more speedy than my 91 camry that goes from 0-60 in 60 seconds. I actually had a jeep once that took (literally) 45 seconds to get up to 60mph going downhill.
The wedding ceremony was short and sweet. At the dinner afterwards, this nice old lady comes up to me and asks if anyone has a pen. “No, sorry” I reply. She furrows her brow and says, “Well, my grandkids behind me are absolutely convinced that you are Tarzan and they asked me to come over here and ask you for your autograph.” I looked behind me and saw three kids, maybe three to six years old, eyes absolutely wide with amazement. Tarzan at their wedding?
I did my best Tarzan impressions and yelled “Tarzan happy for autograph!” and did my best Tarzan autograph impression. The kids seemed to be wary of me for the rest of the evening, you don’t want to get too close to a wild man, I guess.
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