I had to drop a check off at the bank on the way to work today and as I'm getting out of my car a lady who had to be at LEAST 85 was walking to her car parked right next to mine. I should mention here my car has, in addition to a big dent on the right rear quarter panel, a sticker of Manny Ramirez, a Red Sox clover, a BecKKKKKett sticker, and one more.
About the time I get to the end of my car this sweet little lady who was hunched over like Quasimodo while wearing a Gilligan cap and Bermuda shorts asks me "What in the hell is a Youk?"
So, in the middle of the State Employees Credit Union parking light right at high noon I explain he's a baseball player named Youkilis and proceeded to do my very best Fenway Park version of "YOOOOOOOOUK!" for her.
After I'm done she looks up at me like I've got three heads and mutters "Whatever".
Red Sox Nation.
We're Nationwide.
4 comments:
And thats where you drop the peoples elbow.
I should have followed with "Do you smeeeeeeeeeeeerl what the Rock. Is. Cooking.
You ought to see people's expressions when I explain how your sons got their names. Especially the one who loves to tell tall tales. :)
I get the same looks. But with their personalities I probably couldn't have named them any better.
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