Re: Rep Retirement Lodge 146: Playoff Hockey Activities
Quick egg story, circa right-about-the-same-time-as-the-No-Thumbs-story
One morning somebody got the bright idea to go get breakfast, about 7AM. That was about 6 hours before I usually liked to wake up back then, which in turn usually presented a separate problem with my noon Marketing class. Anyway. They had eggs there that particular morning, cooked in sets of two, with one fat woman serving. I was curious as to how the eggs were prepared, just to know how much toast to make to sop up the yolk. The conversation went like this (and no, I am not exaggerating, even at 18 years later):
Me: "How are those eggs cooked?"
Fat Girl: "Dey fried!"
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*Hammer, circa 1994, takes a minute to comprehend the level of stupidity now placed in front of him. Hammer's roommate starts to smile, because somehow he knows where this is headed*
Me: "Really? No ****. How? Over easy? Over medium? Rubbery enough to bounce? How?
Fat Girl: "Uhh.....Dey fried 'em on a grill, I guess"
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*At this point Hammer nearly asks for a shovel, and Hammer's roommate had to walk away because he was already laughing hysterically*
Me: "Never mind. Just put two of them plate before you hurt yourself with that spatula"
Dey fried. On a grill, I guess.
Needless to say, this girl did not return for a second semester of schooling.