The local Republican State House candidate was canvassing my part of town yesterday:
*doorbell rings*
*Ardith opens the door and steps out on the porch*
"Hi, can I talk to your mom or dad please?"
*Ardith laughs*
"I actually own this house."
However, I'll give him credit for recovering quickly after that one. He also spent the next 5-10 minutes not talking down to me, which I also appreciate. The first 15 seconds were definitely entertaining, though.
Posted by Ardith at July 23, 2006 03:12 PM | TrackBackPoor guy.
Posted by: Wilson at July 23, 2006 05:10 PMHow could he not talk _down_ to you?
*dodges kicks*
HA HA HA HA HA!!!
(did you give him my blog URL?)
Posted by: votre chère maman at July 23, 2006 10:44 PMSee, if you lived as far away from the city as I do, then you would not have to worry about anyone knocking on your door(they probably would not find it in the first place).
Posted by: Slader at July 24, 2006 12:53 PMNo, Mother Dear, I did not give him your blog URL. See, he thought I seemed happy, and I didn't want to disappoint him by revealing that what at first seems like happiness is actually a deeply hereditary case of insanity. You know. Might've been shocking to his entire outlook on life.
Posted by: Ardith at July 24, 2006 05:15 PM*sniff*
Posted by: votre chère maman at July 24, 2006 08:21 PMI don't believe discovering happiness and insanity are often bedfellows would have shocked the poor man.
He's a republican, after all. He should be accustomed to ignoring the truth by now.
:-D
*ducks and runs*
Ardith, all your friends are afraid of you. What did you do to them in your karate days?
Posted by: Sharon at July 25, 2006 02:18 PMWell, I definitely never pulled any karate moves on them. I only had half a semester's worth of karate, anyway. I was known for some physical retaliation, in the "You pat me on the head, I will kick you in the shins" form, but that was mostly directed at Scholl. And Gallagher. And sometimes Moore. That's all. Honest.
I really have no idea why these people think I'm so violent.
Posted by: Ardith at July 25, 2006 05:29 PMThey're afraid of that knife that she has, Sharon.
I mean, I've got no problems messing with Ardith and standing around for the amusement that is being kicked in the shins by her... my problems only arise when she starts stabbing. Now, observe.
Awww... she's so short... isn't that cute?
*pats Ardith on head as condescendingly as possible*
Posted by: Vengeful Cynic at July 26, 2006 09:12 AM*stab*
Posted by: Ardith at July 26, 2006 01:17 PM*runs*
You see? Violence is inherant in the system. No more arming wenches!
Posted by: Vengeful Cynic at July 26, 2006 04:12 PMYou really asked for it. Ardith, let me know where I can get a good knife when I graduate.
Posted by: Sharon at July 27, 2006 01:32 PMYou betcha. I'll let you know before you graduate too, if you want.
Posted by: Ardith at July 27, 2006 01:44 PMAnd the irony of the situation is this: Wilson, with support from all of us but Scholl, provided Ardith with this weapon. To think that we have been endangered by the very weapon and person we armed! Of course, this was in our younger and stupider days.
Posted by: Moore at July 28, 2006 07:38 PMI suppose you're also the sort of person who buys a cat in order to swing it by the tail, then complains of the scratch marks . . . Younger and stupider days, indeed.
Posted by: Blame Jared at July 29, 2006 11:28 AM