Thursday, March 31, 2016

Story 128: You Know



            “… so I was just walking along Main Street, minding my own business, when this tall guy screeches by in his car and misses me by that much!”
            “I’m glad you’re OK, but what does his being tall have to do with being a bad driver?”
            “Well, you know how they are behind the wheel.”
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            “Look out, shoplifter at 3:00.”
            “Who?”
            “That chick.”
            “What did you see her take?”
            “Nothing yet, but she will soon.”
          “How do you know?  She doesn’t have a big bag or anything – she’s just looking at the magazines.”
            “Yeah, but she’s got a chipped tooth.”
            “And…?”
            “And, you know; don’t make me say it.”
            “No I don’t know, so I will make you say it.”
            “People with chipped teeth are the ones who usually shoplift.  It’s a proven statistic.”
            “Really.”
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            “I only have my taxes done by him and, you know, his people – they’re the only ones I'd trust with my money.  You know, it’s proven time and again that they’ve got a head for numbers; they're the ones to go to for both math and investments.”
            “Who?”
           “People with soft skin.  You can tell right away that they’re very trustworthy just by their glow.”
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            “We don’t hire people like you.  You’re shiftless and unreliable.”
            “We’ve interacted for less than a minute, so how could you possibly know if I am or not?”
            “You have freckles.  Anyone I have ever met with freckles have been no-good dirty bums.”
            “So, pretty much everyone, then?”
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            “What a ditz!  Doesn’t she know better?  I guess she can’t help it; no wonder there’re all those dumb jokes about dumb girls like her.”
            “What dumb jokes?”
            You know, the dumb flat feet jokes.  They’re funny because they’re true!”
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            “You stupid short guy!”
            “You moronic pox-scarred man!”
            “Hey, I can’t help that I have pox scars!”
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            “Good riddance to her – I’m glad she’s gone.  I knew as soon as she came over here that she’d be trouble.”
            “Why, she was loud and obnoxious?”
            “No, she had thick eyebrows and one leg longer than the other.  She’ll never be accepted by decent society.”
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            “You know, the club recently starting making us accept grandparents as members.  I ask you, really, what’s next, the Moon?!”
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            “Tsk.  Typical.”
            “What is?”
            “Some [whispers] bearded guy [normal voice] robbed a liquor store.  What is that, the second time that’s happened this month?  These guys have gotta get their acts together, I mean, enough already!”
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            “I can’t stand them; they ruin everything for the rest of us!  They’re a drain on the economy and we’re expected to take care of them!  I wish they would all go back to where they came from – there, I said it.”
            “Who are you talking about?”
            “Infants.”

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