Something we can all (with a few exceptions) relate to.

*note: names have been changed just because...

So I'm at Logan's one night, cleaning off one of my tables, when I hear an exchange between a guy from ASU (who isn't bad-looking and I'm pretty sure he knows it) and his waitress, who he probably came to see. It goes something like this:

Greg: Hey Allison, tell you what: if I can throw three peanuts into that bucket across the room from here in a row, how about a kiss. Right here. (points to his mouth)

Allison: hehe, ohhhh whateverrrr. (aka in girl terms, 'definitely'.)

so 'Greg' proceeds to throw the peanuts one by one...the first one
makes it in!

The second one...doesn't.

So Greg tries again:
'Well hey, at least I made the first one in--a kiss on the cheek and we'll call it even.'

Then, as I walk by the table (since the peanut-throwing has ceased and the coast is clear) he catches sight of me and says,

'Oh hey, I bet I can at least hit Anne in the head.'

Isn't it funny how people view each of us in different ways...one is the object of a possible kiss, another is a target for flying peanuts. Oh, life.

(March 8, 2009)