"Are you following me?" I said over my shoulder to my coworker. She had been walking behind me since I walked through the bank's teller line, through the door, through a gate and to the door leading into the back room. Banana in hand, I was headed into the break room to chop it up for an afternoon snack.
As she walked through the door to the employee lounge right behind me, she said "Yeah, I am."
"I know," I let out a mock sigh of helplessness as she closed herself in the ladies' room. "Me and my banana are irresistible."
The door opened back up quickly. "What did you just say?" she asked, her head poking out behind the sign that read "Women."
"I said, 'me and my banana are irresistible.'"
"Oh!" Her voice was relieved and full of the beginnings of laughter. "I thought you said 'me and my banana are having a festival.'"
"I'm not that lonely, Luann!" I yelped.
And we both erupted in laughter.
Ah, the joys of misinterpretation.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
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Ah yes, misinterpretation. I remember one time I thought I heard this girl say, "Hey Dale, you're really cute. I think we should go out sometime. It'll be a lot of fun." But really she said, "Hey you, I swear to God that if you don't leave me alone I'm going to call the police and have you arrested."
Dale, you gave me my first real laugh of the week!
Licking her butt was awkward or saying it?
And it was Mae West who said: "is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Heh, reminded me of that Monty Python episode where they were in the martial arts class and someone asked what you'd do if you got attacked by someone with a banana.
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