Okay, so, back before I moved, one night, a friend and I had wandered into a Target after grabbing some dinner, because walking down the strip mall to get to Target aided our digestion, and Target always had bizarre things that we didn't know we needed, if we looked hard enough.
Anyway, we wandered past the Electronics, and into the food area. We rounded a corner, right into a fairly well dressed couple. Now, all we did was give them a look as we passed by, as we didn't want to smack into them (I'm not exactly small, they'd have been on their asses)
Please note, friend and I were in grubby clothes, cause we prefer to be comfortable when we go out to eat. Both in jeans, nothing even remotely red about our shirts.
Guy suddenly pipes up.
DG: "Hey, do you know that one song that goes *insert some random lyric here*?"
M: "Why, yes, yes I do, seeing as I listen to the radio rather frequently. It is *I want to say it was 'Crazy', by Gnarls Barkley*."
DG: "Do you know where it is here?"
M: "*sigh* Why, yes, yes I do, as I was just over in the electronics, and perused the CDs."
Stupidly, we took the couple back over to the CDs, and I strolled right down along the rack, not bothering to look at them, and grabbed the Crazy CD off the rack for him.
Later, friend and I were in the Toys, looking for a Ouija board, and were having no luck, so we found an associate. Who couldn't find one either, but we couldn't just let her feel terrible about not being able to help us, so, I told her the story of the moronic couple who couldn't tell the difference between khakis and jeans.
Anyway, we wandered past the Electronics, and into the food area. We rounded a corner, right into a fairly well dressed couple. Now, all we did was give them a look as we passed by, as we didn't want to smack into them (I'm not exactly small, they'd have been on their asses)
Please note, friend and I were in grubby clothes, cause we prefer to be comfortable when we go out to eat. Both in jeans, nothing even remotely red about our shirts.
Guy suddenly pipes up.
DG: "Hey, do you know that one song that goes *insert some random lyric here*?"
M: "Why, yes, yes I do, seeing as I listen to the radio rather frequently. It is *I want to say it was 'Crazy', by Gnarls Barkley*."
DG: "Do you know where it is here?"
M: "*sigh* Why, yes, yes I do, as I was just over in the electronics, and perused the CDs."
Stupidly, we took the couple back over to the CDs, and I strolled right down along the rack, not bothering to look at them, and grabbed the Crazy CD off the rack for him.
Later, friend and I were in the Toys, looking for a Ouija board, and were having no luck, so we found an associate. Who couldn't find one either, but we couldn't just let her feel terrible about not being able to help us, so, I told her the story of the moronic couple who couldn't tell the difference between khakis and jeans.
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