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I am the Walrus. Coo-Coo, KaZOO!
September 4th, 2008
I am not really a walrus. In fact there are no walruses (walrusi?), or any kind of sea mammals anywhere in this post, I just like the title. You know me, anything for a Beatles reference. We had been planning on going to the zoo for several weeks, and the day we had planned to go dawned cool (for August in the South anyway), cloudy, and gloomy. We decided to go anyway and were joined by the last minute addition of MMIL and BIL! It was awesome because the zoo was practically empty of annoying people. (Although there was this one lady who kept screaming at her kids and was not wearing a bra, and she REALLY needed a bra. She could have tripped on those things. Did I ever tell you about the waitress at the restaurant we always went to in college who never wore a bra? We had to duck when she passed out our food. Remember her Cat? Tark?) What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, the zoo.
So anyway, I have been holding on to the pictures that we took the day we went to the Capital City Zoo for three weeks now just waiting to be inspired to write a post about them. It turns out that looking at other people’s zoo pictures is boring. So I made a silent, short film instead. Cannes here I come!
Enjoy.
4 Responses to “I am the Walrus. Coo-Coo, KaZOO!”
This reminds me of a certain not-really-nice acquaintance who needed a bra in the worst way but didn’t wear one…and sometimes when I’m photographing mutual acquaintances and need to “loosen them up,” I just ask them if they want me to explain why Ms. X never wore a bra. If they want to know, I tell them it was because she couldn’t find one in a 48 long.
That does it!
Hey, was the waitress the dark-headed bitch at Perkins? If it wasn’t her, then there was a second bra-less waitress in town when we were in college.
ShoeShe, that was her!
Well, not to take over the comments section, but:
That same waitress was really a bitch. I had made a pact with my best friend when we were in 6th grade that if one of us didn’t have a date to our senior prom, neither of us would go, and we would throw our own party. Our senior year, she didn’t have a date, so we made good on our pact, and had our own party. At some point, we ventured to Perkins for a late dinner. That bitch was our waitress. There were about ten of us at the table, and I can imagine that she thought she wasn’t getting much of a tip from a bunch of high school brats. Nevertheless, she got most of our orders wrong and even threw a cherry coke at me (it spilled all over me) and didn’t apologize. So, at the end of the night, after receiving terrible service, incorrect orders and thrown/spilled drinks, we left the word “TIP” spelled out in pennies on the table (there were probably over a hundred pennies…and while it was immature, it really was funny). She picked up all the pennies, and while we were at the counter paying, she threw the pennies at us and told us to keep the change. We just laughed, but I think her manager was really upset.