Last night, I couldn’t think of anything to write about, but then this morning I remembered all these things I should have said…now what were they?
Well, at work last night, Tinny and I were talking to the two dishwashers, one named T.J., and the other (whose name I forget), who looks like Dominic Monaghan. We’re just standing around talking about different stuff, and all of a sudden I look at him and say, “You look like a Hobbit.”
He said, “I look like a Hobbit?”
“Yeah, you do!” I said.
He glanced at T.J. and said, “That’s what you wanna hear, that you look like a Hobbit.”
I said, “No, no, that’s not a bad thing!”
I couldn’t remember at first which Hobbit he reminded me of, so I said, “I’m going to call you ‘Hobbit’ now. That’s your nickname.”
He was like, “…Great….”
So all night long I was calling him Hobbit, even after I figured out it’s Merry he looks like.
The other night, Milo was headed to the restroom, and he came back and asked if I had any chapstick.
“No…but I do have gloss,” I replied, with a sly grin.
He said, “What’s that?”
I said, “It makes your lips shiny.”
When he actually looked like he was considering (I don’t think he quite got the concept of gloss), I added, “And it tastes like strawberry.”
He said, “Oh…uh, no, thanks.”
I should have offered to demonstrate. Then he would have noticed my lips. He would have been forced to look at them.
And then I should have offered to let him taste it….