lay off my wife!
Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2003 11:09 amSlow day on the board, so I'll tell a quick story.
Mrs. Knuckle and I are flying down to the Rice game from NY, sitting near the middle of the plane. She gets up to go to the bathroom. About fifteen minutes later, I realize she hasn't come back. I turn around and she's standing in the rear of the plane, laughing and talking to some dark haired, tan-skinned pretty-boy wearing a tie. No big deal, after all, Mrs. Knuckle is a very outgoing sort (and she ain't bad lookin either, if I may say so). Ten more minutes pass, and I'm starting to get a little annoyed. I can hear them talking and yucking it up, halfway up the aisle. Finally she comes back, sits down, and I give her some major skunk eye. She's oblivious, and says "Oh my gosh! That guy is so nice! He's from NY. He asked me if I went to SMU, because he saw your hat, and he says you don't see many people wearing SMU Football hats these days! He went to SMU too, but he's not going to the game, he's on the way to visit his family in San Antonio. We should hook up with him in New York! He's really cool!" I'm like yeah, whatever. She says "He gave me his card." I snatch it from her, read it, and start laughing.
"Hey, cool! My wife just got hit on by Mike Romo!"
At the time, I pronounced this a good omen for the upcoming Rice game, but alas, it was not to be...
<small>[ 11-25-2003, 08:18 AM: Message edited by: KnuckleStang ]</small>
Mrs. Knuckle and I are flying down to the Rice game from NY, sitting near the middle of the plane. She gets up to go to the bathroom. About fifteen minutes later, I realize she hasn't come back. I turn around and she's standing in the rear of the plane, laughing and talking to some dark haired, tan-skinned pretty-boy wearing a tie. No big deal, after all, Mrs. Knuckle is a very outgoing sort (and she ain't bad lookin either, if I may say so). Ten more minutes pass, and I'm starting to get a little annoyed. I can hear them talking and yucking it up, halfway up the aisle. Finally she comes back, sits down, and I give her some major skunk eye. She's oblivious, and says "Oh my gosh! That guy is so nice! He's from NY. He asked me if I went to SMU, because he saw your hat, and he says you don't see many people wearing SMU Football hats these days! He went to SMU too, but he's not going to the game, he's on the way to visit his family in San Antonio. We should hook up with him in New York! He's really cool!" I'm like yeah, whatever. She says "He gave me his card." I snatch it from her, read it, and start laughing.
"Hey, cool! My wife just got hit on by Mike Romo!"
At the time, I pronounced this a good omen for the upcoming Rice game, but alas, it was not to be...
<small>[ 11-25-2003, 08:18 AM: Message edited by: KnuckleStang ]</small>