Most of my seven readers are very aware of the fact that weird stuff happens to me. Like, always. I'm not even going to try to pretend that far-out kooky randomness is not a daily occurrence, because I know it happens far more than it should.
So, I need someone to explain to me what this means. . . . . .
The husband and I were walking Lola and Dixie tonight. I know, I know - I have 4 dogs, but the other two are badly misbehaved on a walk & it stresses all of us out to try and create the dog zen on a walk. I've tried for years to no avail. So we just don't.
Anyway, we were on our return walk to our home. Deep in conversation about bike racing, work and family all the while saving humanity from their own stoopidness. We were on the walking trails. Cars passed us by. None of this being unorthodox in and of itself. No? No. What was aberrant was that it's chilly here and we were bundled up winter jackets, hats and gloves. We were, contrary to popular belief, enjoying being in the great suburban outdoors. Hardly anybody was crazy enough to be outside today. Just us. Minding our own beeswax . . .
When this one other freakish circumstance occurred. A car raced past us while its back seat passenger shrieked at full force top lungs as if he were Pavarotti at Madison Square Garden himself, but without the famed brilliance and beauty of his tone, through an open window at us, "PENIS IN THE EYE!"
For real.
So, I need someone to explain to me what this means. . . . . .
The husband and I were walking Lola and Dixie tonight. I know, I know - I have 4 dogs, but the other two are badly misbehaved on a walk & it stresses all of us out to try and create the dog zen on a walk. I've tried for years to no avail. So we just don't.
Anyway, we were on our return walk to our home. Deep in conversation about bike racing, work and family all the while saving humanity from their own stoopidness. We were on the walking trails. Cars passed us by. None of this being unorthodox in and of itself. No? No. What was aberrant was that it's chilly here and we were bundled up winter jackets, hats and gloves. We were, contrary to popular belief, enjoying being in the great suburban outdoors. Hardly anybody was crazy enough to be outside today. Just us. Minding our own beeswax . . .
When this one other freakish circumstance occurred. A car raced past us while its back seat passenger shrieked at full force top lungs as if he were Pavarotti at Madison Square Garden himself, but without the famed brilliance and beauty of his tone, through an open window at us, "PENIS IN THE EYE!"
For real.
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11 comments:
That IS odd.
Even a trip to Urban Dictionary didn't help out much on that phrase.
Jay: Ino. It's so odd I turned to the husband and asked, "What did he just yell?" Followed by, "what DOES that mean?" when the husband repeated this odd phrase screamed at us at 60 miles per hour.
I forgot about Urban Dictionary. I'm going to go check it out even though you said it didn't help. . . .
DO what?!
I automatically thought of The Sweetest Thing where they go in the bathroom and there is a glory hole and she looks in it and gets a "penis in the eye". That was hilarious,but your incident just far out weird.
Kids.
Well at least it was original, even if it was totally meaningless to most of us!
Well... as we were riding past and I saw you out walking the dogs - well... I just thought I should say "Hi".
Sorry... I guess ;)
How strange. Are you sure he didn't say "Bring us back some pie"?
Nice!
What on Earth would prompt someone to say something so asinine? OH....maybe they were frat boys out for some shenanigans? TCU students perhaps? LOL
Oh, that was you?!?!?
I'm sure they were teenagers and will be laughing about that for some time to come. "cause yanno they are teenagers.
Oh that was me - that's how we say "hi" where I come from.
Butterfly Girl: I LOVE that movie! Totally forgot about that scene though - maybe the shout out was in reference to that? Random dudes shouting weird things is. . . well. . . .abnormal.
rock Chef: you have a point there. Randomocity and kids - what will we do?
r.e.h.: you scared the living sh*t out of me! For real. I told the husband it was a good thing I had a HUGE winter coat on so that they . . . errr. . . .you didn't get to see me "jump" 3 feet in the air. Next time, pull over, foo.
Ian: Only you. Only you. ***laughter***
All: we thought the same thing too or even high schoolers. We will never know. Bunch of screaming dorks.
g-man: Yes, that was ME and the husband. I almost pee'd my pants from fright. I'm glad we could make some teenyweenies night - day - year - life. They'll probably talk about it until they die.
Mindy: You North Dakotans are a strange breed. In Texas we just say, "bring us back some pie" for a hello. Next time, try to use your indoor voice - my hearings NOT THAT bad, but my heart is getting old and may not be able to take such unexpected screaming. I don't think I'll ever have hiccups again in my life. Thanks.
Did you stop to consider that perhaps someone had just stuck their penis in this poor fella's eye?
Funny, but I think I've got you beat. Check this mornings blog for more random goodness.
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