Monday, May 5, 2008

Two bits of luncheon conversation in town

So what do you want to be when you grow up?
What you mean?
Well when you grow up, do you wanna be a teacher like Mama?
Yeah.
Or a professor, like Tete?
Yeah.
Or a psychologist, like Teta Liepa?
Yeah.
Or a writer, like Tetukas?
Yeah.
Or a 3rd level secretary at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, like Gedas?
WHAT?!
...
We were sitting outside because it was so nice out, so there were ashtrays on the table:
What's this?
An ashtray.
What you have to do with ashtray?
You knock ashes into it off of cigarettes.
Yeah?
Yeah, but smoking is a very bad habit, that's why Mama and Tete don't smoke.
And I?
What?
I too don't smoke?
No, you don't smoke!
No?
No.

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