Wed 28 Mar 2007
71A Inbound. 10 a.m.:
Loud Woman on Cell Phone: Oh, wait, it’s not Duquesne Light.
—Well, I can’t say it, but it’s spelled D-U-Q-U-E-S-N-E.
—Ohhh!
Wed 28 Mar 2007
71A Inbound. 10 a.m.:
Loud Woman on Cell Phone: Oh, wait, it’s not Duquesne Light.
—Well, I can’t say it, but it’s spelled D-U-Q-U-E-S-N-E.
—Ohhh!
March 28th, 2007 at 6:14 pm
You have no idea how many times people correct me when I say it properly.
“It’s ‘Versales!’”
I am rolling my eyes at you as hard as I can.
March 30th, 2007 at 11:31 am
sweetheart, why would you pronounce it as the french do when you know that the residents of the town pronounce it differently? do you also drop the ’s’ from ‘paris’ when speaking of that city? or are you only french when you can hold your knowledge over the heads of a small town’s working class?
let me know how brandishing your worldliness works out for you. im in need of a good laugh.
March 31st, 2007 at 1:00 pm
Bitter much?
That’s the proper Mean Girls/sarcastic white girl response to the previous post, right?