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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

It's a guy thing, our propensity for pushing things to our absolute limit of not being able to handle a situation before asking for help. It must be in the DNA. Imagine a cave man running into a stranger on the savannah and asking, "excuse me, do you know where the sabre tooth tigers usually can be found?" To which the stranger answers, "I'm sorry, I'm just a visitor here." I think his descendents all wound up in Los Angeles, where the answer is, "no habla ingles." There's a certain justice to that, since we stole it from the Mexicans in the first place.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny thing kharma... and the natural order of things. Despite our best "intervention" things often seem to swing back to some semblance of justice... (well... some of the time anyway! hehe)

Here... the funniest request is from the international backpacker holding a coconut who asks "how do I peel it?" (((chuckles)))

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