Fish Story

Oh. My. God.

I'm working on my laptop -- actively typing, so it's not like it looks like I'm just screwing around (although I was -- I was entering a comment on Jim's journal) -- when the DJ on the country station comes in.

John: Hey Chuck, are you a fisherman?

Me: Uh... Not so much, no.

John: Oh. Well, come look at some pictures I brought in of a trip I took with my dad last year.

Me: Ooooookay...

And he proceeds to show me three frigging packets of pictures, photo by photo, with a long involved description of each one. I saw:

• A trout
• Another trout
• His goofy looking kids
• A trout
• A skinny trout
• A fat trout
• His goofy kids again
• His dad
• More trout
• John holding a trout
• A trout
• A fishing pole
• Someone's foot
• A lake
• A pile of rocks by a lake
• A trout
• A fly
• A trout
• A trout next to a net
• Etc.

Oh my God, I can't wait to get out of here.

Posted by Chuck at September 3, 2004 11:35 AM