Wed 30 Jan 2008
Phil’s palms sweated as he continued to wait for laughter to come from the receiver.
Posted by Chris Griswold under Uncategorized
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69A, Oakland:
Middle-Aged Man on Cell Phone: Yeah, I’m on the bus.
—The moving welfare office. [Chuckles]
[Bus drives past Carnegie Mellon]
—Yeah, I’m going through the Schoolyard, headed for the West Bank. See, I call Oakland the Schoolyard, and I call Squirrel Hill the West Bank. [More chuckling]
Yeah! Bitchin’! 23 Skidoo!!!
Also, that’s the tops! The cat’s pajamas! You’re going places, kid! Straight to the top, see!
Whoa-oh. Now I shit my pants.
Nope, false alarm! I’m on top of the world again!
Dry as a bone, and as clean as a whistle! Huzzah!
Oops. False alarm about that being a false alarm. The night nurse won’t be happy with me tonight.
Maybe I should quit with all these comments. Should I quit? Ah, whadda you know? I’ll quit when I wanna quit.
OK, I guess I’ll quit now. Good night, everybody, and remember to buy war bonds.
Wha happen?
I’m guessing drugs. Possibly legal ones, since he mentioned a nurse. Or… too much Internet access on the psych ward.
23 Skidoo!
What a bastard. Why would you say that while you were on the bus?