Since my last post containing an actual story as opposed to my incoherent ramblings went over so well (11 comments-a personal best!), I thought I'd give you all another fun nugget. I've got a million of them folks-I could do this all year. Plus I've got 20 minutes left before work is over and it's either setting myself on fire or this.
This story revolves around me (of course) and the fabulous Josephine. Senior year in college, there was a big ice storm in North Carolina over the winter break so we were basically trapped in our apartment. Luckily for us it was an awesome apartment-warehouse ceilings, exposed brick...I digress. Anywho, to pass the time we decided to do one of those humongous puzzles that takes forever and has a gazillion pieces. After too much time, we were down to like 5 pieces we had yet to place and Josie quickly tried it in a spot and proclaimed that it didn't fit and took it back. Being the obnoxious brat that I am, I thought she hadn't been careful enough to make sure it didn't really fit and beseeched her to try again. She declined. After much back and forth, I finally told her I'd give her $20 if she would hand me the piece so I could see if it would fit.
She did, and I tried and sure enough it didn't fit.
Now, I don't know how your families work but I've never paid off a bet in my entire life and didn't plan to start then. Being an only child, Josie was unfamiliar with the idea of welching on a promise and the remarks from Anne-Marie on the sidelines weren't helping my case. Apparently they keep their word. Whatever. Finally, after a lot of "but you said..." from Josie, I bust out with "I WAS LYING!" It's not flattering but it's true and to this day I'm still $20 richer.
Things you should take away from this story:
1. If I bet you money and I lose, I will not pay. However, if you bet me money and you lose, I will expect payment immediately.
2. Josie is still bitter to this day. Seriously. Tell her "I was lying" and her face will turn red. It's pretty fun.
And no, I'm not telling this story now because both Josie and Anne-Marie are out of the country and unlikely to read it. And if you guys are reading it, STOP!! Go sightsee! Love you!
This story revolves around me (of course) and the fabulous Josephine. Senior year in college, there was a big ice storm in North Carolina over the winter break so we were basically trapped in our apartment. Luckily for us it was an awesome apartment-warehouse ceilings, exposed brick...I digress. Anywho, to pass the time we decided to do one of those humongous puzzles that takes forever and has a gazillion pieces. After too much time, we were down to like 5 pieces we had yet to place and Josie quickly tried it in a spot and proclaimed that it didn't fit and took it back. Being the obnoxious brat that I am, I thought she hadn't been careful enough to make sure it didn't really fit and beseeched her to try again. She declined. After much back and forth, I finally told her I'd give her $20 if she would hand me the piece so I could see if it would fit.
She did, and I tried and sure enough it didn't fit.
Now, I don't know how your families work but I've never paid off a bet in my entire life and didn't plan to start then. Being an only child, Josie was unfamiliar with the idea of welching on a promise and the remarks from Anne-Marie on the sidelines weren't helping my case. Apparently they keep their word. Whatever. Finally, after a lot of "but you said..." from Josie, I bust out with "I WAS LYING!" It's not flattering but it's true and to this day I'm still $20 richer.
Things you should take away from this story:
1. If I bet you money and I lose, I will not pay. However, if you bet me money and you lose, I will expect payment immediately.
2. Josie is still bitter to this day. Seriously. Tell her "I was lying" and her face will turn red. It's pretty fun.
And no, I'm not telling this story now because both Josie and Anne-Marie are out of the country and unlikely to read it. And if you guys are reading it, STOP!! Go sightsee! Love you!
posted by staca at
5:41 PM
2 Comments:
Great blog...except I wasn't featured. How 'bout no, okay. No, I can relate. One time when I was a kid, my mom would make tosada shells and we would eat 'em up real quick. So I went to get second and there was a tostada shell left and...I was excited. Until Patrick, my little brother saw me about me to pile on toppings and call it my own. He came running to me yelling, "That's mine," as my mother followed up with, "he's right it's his." With this all happening in slow motion, I came up with the fastest solution, and licked the fried tortilla shell. And just like that it was mine. All mine.
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Anonymous, at 8:03 PM
My friend Hinesy bet me once that Alec Guinness was dead when, at the time, he was actually alive. I bet him $5 and he lost. I don't think he ever paid me, but it was all right because it was enough that I was right and that I had a funny story to tell people about Hinesy. That Josie got you to say, "I was LYING!" is probably worth the $20 to her and a lot more. Me likey your story.
And Shannon: though I don't specifically remember your tostada shell story, it sounds like you. Excellent work.
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Miller Sturtevant, at 4:19 PM
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