So...yesterday, I thought The Pony was growing savvy to the ways of women. Learning how you don't go out of your way to poke a snake with a stick. To let sleeping dogs lie. But after hearing the tale of his outing yesterday with his Old Friend, a college girl...I am inclined to believe that he's the same old Pony.
"So did you have a good time?"
"YES!"
"Did you have ice cream?"
"We were going to, but it was too crowded, so we decided not to."
"Did you have snacks at the movie?"
"No."
"What? I thought you were going to be the big spender, and buy her ticket and snacks."
"We got there late. It started at 4:00, and we got there at ten after. The previews had already started. But they still let us in. It was on the very last preview, then the move started right up."
"Okay...but you didn't think to go get snacks?"
"No. The movie had started. She didn't want to miss any of it."
"Um...you know that you can leave the movie and walk to get concessions for her, right?"
"Oh..."
Uh huh. Same old Pony. I need to write him a primer for life in the real world.
Those young'uns that have lots of book learnin' don't often don't have no common sense. But look at this way: If you can keep him away from girls--so there's no chance of "whoopsy" accidents--then you can put him into a finishing school for boys.
ReplyDeleteMaybe he was waiting for her to get the snacks ......
ReplyDeleteI never graduated from finishing school--they dais I wasn't quite done!!
ReplyDeleteSioux,
ReplyDeleteOh, you mean an upper-crust finishing school, like Val's School For Boys Who Can't Dress Themselves and Don't Really Care About Helping People? I'll look into it.
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Kathy,
Maybe. I'm usually the one who goes to get the snacks, while he saves the seats like Elaine at the Paradise Twin showing of Prognosis Negative. Or was that Rochelle, Rochelle: A Young Girl's Strange Erotic Journey From Milan to Minsk?
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fishducky,
Heh, heh. I see what you did there!