Thursday, December 2, 2010

My New Friend

It appears the New Place might just have a similar cast of characters as my beloved Rock Ridge. I'm still meeting people every day and most the time I have forgotten the person's name within the hour. Not today, though.

"I'm Bob," this ancient person said to me as he extended a hand more gnarled than an old sea captain.  "Bob! Well, I shouldn't forget that," I replied.

"You won't if you put an extra O in it," he deviously grinned.

Indeed I won't. Ever.

7 comments:

Carolina John said...

hahahaha, nice to meet you boob.

actually, my first thought was bobo. But it's usually boobs.

Tyger Lily said...

Awesome.....

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

He's right, you know.

O'Bob makes him Irish. And it's impossible to forget an Irishman.

Especially one with big boobs.

Oops. I meant to say "big 'eyes'".

Ange said...

Bob sounds *hot*!

(I never get boob innuendoed. So jealous.)

carrie said...

@G--I just knew you would like this one after the Big Eyes comments. Of course, me and my pollyanna-ish ways didn't get what he meant right away....even *with* the raised eyebrow and "cluck cluck" of his tongue...

Marna said...

I wish I was as quick on my feet as Mr. Bob. That's awesome.

Diana said...

I just realized your back to posting! Awesome, I love these stories! I've met quite a few "bob's" too!
Now to read back and get caught up!