Re: which leg to jump off? [split]
I need to just become an orthodontist for all the teeth-pulling I have to do around here! :wink:
Typical scenario for an adolescent (perhaps you've forgotten what that's like):
Me: So which leg do you jump from?
Them: I dunno.
Me: Really?!
Them: Never thought about it.
Me: OK, let's find out. Do a lay-up.
Them: I don't, like, play basketball.
Me: (sigh) . . . pretend you do.
Them: I don't have, y'know, a basketball.
Me: Pretend.
Them: (Looking at me as though I'm asking him/her to do the most embarrassing thing ever) Uh . . . OK.
** They then proceed to do the most lame-*ss lay-up in the history of lay-ups, barely creating a gap between their feet and the ground**
Me: No, JUMP!
Them: (now somewhat abashed) OK. [does it]
Me: Again.
Them: What?
Me: Do it again.
Them: Why?
Me: (now somewhat exasperated) Humor me.
Them: What?
Me: Just JUMP!
Them: OK, OK, jeez (looking around to see if there's any witnesses to my heartless abuse of them).
Me: OK, you a left-legged jumper.
Them: No, I'm right-handed.
Me: And . . .?
Them: And what?
Me: Thank you, you're excused.
Them: NIce! Well, I'm exhausted now anyway - See ya!
Originally posted by marknhj
Typical scenario for an adolescent (perhaps you've forgotten what that's like):
Me: So which leg do you jump from?
Them: I dunno.
Me: Really?!
Them: Never thought about it.
Me: OK, let's find out. Do a lay-up.
Them: I don't, like, play basketball.
Me: (sigh) . . . pretend you do.
Them: I don't have, y'know, a basketball.
Me: Pretend.
Them: (Looking at me as though I'm asking him/her to do the most embarrassing thing ever) Uh . . . OK.
** They then proceed to do the most lame-*ss lay-up in the history of lay-ups, barely creating a gap between their feet and the ground**
Me: No, JUMP!
Them: (now somewhat abashed) OK. [does it]
Me: Again.
Them: What?
Me: Do it again.
Them: Why?
Me: (now somewhat exasperated) Humor me.
Them: What?
Me: Just JUMP!
Them: OK, OK, jeez (looking around to see if there's any witnesses to my heartless abuse of them).
Me: OK, you a left-legged jumper.
Them: No, I'm right-handed.
Me: And . . .?
Them: And what?
Me: Thank you, you're excused.
Them: NIce! Well, I'm exhausted now anyway - See ya!
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