I recall that in junior high there were a couple of guys who were into "Big-Time Wrestling," the pro wrestlers that appeared on Sunday mornings on one of the five TV stations. I thought it was weird that they would walk in the school hallways, talking too loud for me to think they didn't want everyone else to know the subject of their animated discussions.
Apparently, nothing has changed in the intervening years because this evening, while on my excursion to Settlers' Landing down by the river with the dogs, the dogs gave two 40-ish men a wide berth as the two men were walking towards us up the hill, one telling the other what a great move "Randy" made, making like he was throwing an imaginary opponent over his shoulder, the other shouting "Fuckin' great! Awesome!" and pumping his fist.
Also, it's 31 F. The black T-shirt just wasn't workin' for the former, especially with his gut sticking out. And the knit cap with the ear coverings didn't do much to assure us about the sanity of the latter.
No wonder the dogs were ... frightened.
Posted by Bill at March 1, 2006 10:51 PMsounds like you have a very 'select' neighbourhood
Posted by: Anji at March 2, 2006 08:29 AMdid you show them your neck? jesus... talk about frightened.
Posted by: mark at March 2, 2006 10:38 AM