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funny stories
Hi! This is Erika and Johanna, speaking to you from Greg's laptop. We are here this morning to share stories of laughter and awkwardness, good times and not-so-good times. Enjoy.
Let's start with the guy who's house we stayed at for an hour. An HOUR! It started off as just another friendly household. The folks were chatty and eager to talk. Then the man took us out to his yard to show us "a couple things". He showed us his backyard, where trees had fallen and some had already been removed. Some trees had fallen on his house, but his house wasn't terribly damaged because he had built a "hurricane-proof house". It looked like it was made of metal sheets, and the structure was in a trapezoid shape. Not the most traditional house, but according to him, it was safe. Which is good. Anywhoo, when we asked him if he needed help, he replied "Yes, I do need help." He then explained the devastating effects on everyone down there in the south, from denial to anger, then to depression. It was clear that even though his property hadn't been destroyed like some peoples', he had certainly suffered from emotional devastation. He spoke very softly, so softly (yet intensely) that we could hardly hear him. As he continued talking, he began to choke up and tears filled his eyes.
And THEN, the cable guy appeared.
AWKWARD!
So, the man told us he'd be right back. 20 minutes later, he came back and showed us (and the cable guy) pictures on his cell phone of a house that had been destroyed by the hurricane. The cable guy left-- after he talked to him a bit more-- and then the man offered us a drink. We accepted, and he went to his fridge, only to find it empty! So, he told us he'd go to the convenience store to get drinks. We both told him it was no big deal, but he insisted, telling us to stay there and he'd be right back. We went outside and sat on the swing (which had a very long scope between the two apexes)... and sure enough, 10 minutes later, he returned with bottles of pop and candy and such. He was munching on a pack of Resees Pieces, and he said, "Resees Pieces make me happy. Not much else does, but Resees do. They do exactly what they're supposed to." Teehee. We both thought that was great, and we told him that often, the simplest things in life are the happiest. After he gave us the drinks, we were intending on skedaddling, but alas, we were stopped in the driveway for another ten minutes, to talk with the worker guys and the man some more.
End of story #1.
Okay, so there was this other house, a bit later in the day, where we knocked and a little girl came to the door. We asked if her parents were home, and she told us she'd be right back-- and shut the door. We waited a couple minutes, and then heard a voice from inside saying, "Who are you?" We went through our shpeal-- through the closed door-- she said she didn't need help, and so we left, without even seeing the whites of her eyes. Weiiiiirrrrrd and Awkward. Yes.
Story #3:
In the same neighborhood, we visited a house where the glass screen door was closed, but the inside door was open, so we could semi-see inside. We knocked, and there was a man right there, just chilling on his couch. We think he was on the phone, but we couldn't really see because of the glare on the screendoor glass. Finally, he asked what we wanted. We told him, as best as we could... and it was pretty awkward seeing as we couldn't see him very well. Apparently, he couldn't hear us, because he told us to open the door-- but he didn't get up from the couch. As far as we could tell, he was not disabled in any way. (Just lazy.) That's pretty much it. It was pretty strange. And awkward. Like many of our experiences yesterday.
w0ot.
Story #4:
There were lots of barricades. Everywhere. Like, so no one could get to the door, or even ring the doorbell! Geeeeze. Kinda made us feel like we were in jail. Shnikeys.
Story #5:
We were walking down the street, and there were a bunch of guys across the road, sitting on and around the porch. And it looked like they were consuming chemically-enhancing substances. You know what we mean. ;) They yelled over to us: "Are you guys Mormons??" We replied, "No, we're Presbyterians!!" and kept walking. Needless to say, we didn't make a stop at their house. It was way too creepy.
Okay, onto Story #6.
Around 2:00 in the afternoon, a tiny old lady in a black velvet nightgown, with bright red hair and glasses came to the door. She stood about a foot shorter than us. She noticed the ashes we had on our foreheads because of Ash Wednesday, and insisted on touching them (PLease look but DON'T touch). She then claimed that she wasn't Catholic anymore; she was Baptist, but she was Catholic at heart. She then showed us her backyard, which had been greatly affected by the storm. However, she didn't want to get rid of the overturned trees, because she is going to use them to create her "fairy garden." She then invited us into her house for something to drink, but instead of accepting the drink we asked if we could use the bathroom, because we desperately had to go. She was a very sweet lady. When her husband appeared, he wanted to talk to us, but the woman wouldn't let him, since she claimed we needed to go to the bathroom and not talk to him. Good times, good times.
Episode #7:
We had a nice little visit with an elderly man and woman, who invited us to sit down and have some "Biloxi Champagne", which turned out to be none other than.... Barq's rootbeer! No seriously, it says it right on the can! Biloxi, MS! How cool is that?
We shall be telling more tales of the funniness, awkwardness, and uniqueness of the wonderful people of Mississippi. But now, we are off to face the adventures that await us.
BAN-CORP!
xD
love,
Johanna & Erika
Some quotes we'd like to add:
"Is that a cactus?!" -Johanna and Erika, referring to a palm tree
"w0ot."
"Ban-corp."
"Johanna, is your shirt on backwards?" -Stephanie
"My shirt's on backwards." -Johanna xD
"Johanna, your hair looks really red today!" -Sarah
"It must have gotten sunburned too!" -Johanna
Hi! This is Erika and Johanna, speaking to you from Greg's laptop. We are here this morning to share stories of laughter and awkwardness, good times and not-so-good times. Enjoy.
Let's start with the guy who's house we stayed at for an hour. An HOUR! It started off as just another friendly household. The folks were chatty and eager to talk. Then the man took us out to his yard to show us "a couple things". He showed us his backyard, where trees had fallen and some had already been removed. Some trees had fallen on his house, but his house wasn't terribly damaged because he had built a "hurricane-proof house". It looked like it was made of metal sheets, and the structure was in a trapezoid shape. Not the most traditional house, but according to him, it was safe. Which is good. Anywhoo, when we asked him if he needed help, he replied "Yes, I do need help." He then explained the devastating effects on everyone down there in the south, from denial to anger, then to depression. It was clear that even though his property hadn't been destroyed like some peoples', he had certainly suffered from emotional devastation. He spoke very softly, so softly (yet intensely) that we could hardly hear him. As he continued talking, he began to choke up and tears filled his eyes.
And THEN, the cable guy appeared.
AWKWARD!
So, the man told us he'd be right back. 20 minutes later, he came back and showed us (and the cable guy) pictures on his cell phone of a house that had been destroyed by the hurricane. The cable guy left-- after he talked to him a bit more-- and then the man offered us a drink. We accepted, and he went to his fridge, only to find it empty! So, he told us he'd go to the convenience store to get drinks. We both told him it was no big deal, but he insisted, telling us to stay there and he'd be right back. We went outside and sat on the swing (which had a very long scope between the two apexes)... and sure enough, 10 minutes later, he returned with bottles of pop and candy and such. He was munching on a pack of Resees Pieces, and he said, "Resees Pieces make me happy. Not much else does, but Resees do. They do exactly what they're supposed to." Teehee. We both thought that was great, and we told him that often, the simplest things in life are the happiest. After he gave us the drinks, we were intending on skedaddling, but alas, we were stopped in the driveway for another ten minutes, to talk with the worker guys and the man some more.
End of story #1.
Okay, so there was this other house, a bit later in the day, where we knocked and a little girl came to the door. We asked if her parents were home, and she told us she'd be right back-- and shut the door. We waited a couple minutes, and then heard a voice from inside saying, "Who are you?" We went through our shpeal-- through the closed door-- she said she didn't need help, and so we left, without even seeing the whites of her eyes. Weiiiiirrrrrd and Awkward. Yes.
Story #3:
In the same neighborhood, we visited a house where the glass screen door was closed, but the inside door was open, so we could semi-see inside. We knocked, and there was a man right there, just chilling on his couch. We think he was on the phone, but we couldn't really see because of the glare on the screendoor glass. Finally, he asked what we wanted. We told him, as best as we could... and it was pretty awkward seeing as we couldn't see him very well. Apparently, he couldn't hear us, because he told us to open the door-- but he didn't get up from the couch. As far as we could tell, he was not disabled in any way. (Just lazy.) That's pretty much it. It was pretty strange. And awkward. Like many of our experiences yesterday.
w0ot.
Story #4:
There were lots of barricades. Everywhere. Like, so no one could get to the door, or even ring the doorbell! Geeeeze. Kinda made us feel like we were in jail. Shnikeys.
Story #5:
We were walking down the street, and there were a bunch of guys across the road, sitting on and around the porch. And it looked like they were consuming chemically-enhancing substances. You know what we mean. ;) They yelled over to us: "Are you guys Mormons??" We replied, "No, we're Presbyterians!!" and kept walking. Needless to say, we didn't make a stop at their house. It was way too creepy.
Okay, onto Story #6.
Around 2:00 in the afternoon, a tiny old lady in a black velvet nightgown, with bright red hair and glasses came to the door. She stood about a foot shorter than us. She noticed the ashes we had on our foreheads because of Ash Wednesday, and insisted on touching them (PLease look but DON'T touch). She then claimed that she wasn't Catholic anymore; she was Baptist, but she was Catholic at heart. She then showed us her backyard, which had been greatly affected by the storm. However, she didn't want to get rid of the overturned trees, because she is going to use them to create her "fairy garden." She then invited us into her house for something to drink, but instead of accepting the drink we asked if we could use the bathroom, because we desperately had to go. She was a very sweet lady. When her husband appeared, he wanted to talk to us, but the woman wouldn't let him, since she claimed we needed to go to the bathroom and not talk to him. Good times, good times.
Episode #7:
We had a nice little visit with an elderly man and woman, who invited us to sit down and have some "Biloxi Champagne", which turned out to be none other than.... Barq's rootbeer! No seriously, it says it right on the can! Biloxi, MS! How cool is that?
We shall be telling more tales of the funniness, awkwardness, and uniqueness of the wonderful people of Mississippi. But now, we are off to face the adventures that await us.
BAN-CORP!
xD
love,
Johanna & Erika
Some quotes we'd like to add:
"Is that a cactus?!" -Johanna and Erika, referring to a palm tree
"w0ot."
"Ban-corp."
"Johanna, is your shirt on backwards?" -Stephanie
"My shirt's on backwards." -Johanna xD
"Johanna, your hair looks really red today!" -Sarah
"It must have gotten sunburned too!" -Johanna
