"What're you doing, goin' to work?" asked the grumpy, slightly rough-looking 50ish man at the cash register as I was grabbing a bit o diet cola at a gas station the other day. "Kind of, I'm going to study," I explained nicely, though a bit warily considering my history of awkward gas station conversations. He proceeded to tell me how he is a nurse so he knows how hard it can be to study. (Question: why do you work at the gas station if you're a nurse?) He asked me what I was going to school for, and when I told him I was in law school, he said (direct quote):
"Fight injustice, lady. Fight the cops. Fight the pigs. They make shit up all the time. We need you to fight 'em! WILL YOU FIGHT 'EM FOR US??!" He got a little loud near the end, so I politely responded with, "I'll do my best," and scurried off.
This is a great blessing in disguise because people are always asking me what I want to do, and now I have a good, short, vibrant answer: "Fight the pigs!"
Also, today in Sunday School we were talking about the Anti-Nephi Lehis burying their swords and the teacher said, "What swords do we have that we need to bury?"
Huge pause.
Husband says, "It's mostly guns, these days."
8 comments:
I think I'll sleep a little better at night, knowing that you're out there fighting the pigs for us...stay strong Gurrbonzo, stay strong...
It's good that you recognize those blessings in disguise - sometimes they're in drag and everything. Or a 50ish male nurse working at a gas station....:)
I've found in my experience that male gas station workers in their 50s are either liars or drunks.
Your husband sounds like a hoot. :-)
Who are the freaking Ammonites to confuse people by being anti-Nephi. You don't see me starting groups called "anti-Monson" and then actually supporting him
Andrew is hilarious.
Gas station many is creepy hilarious.
I think you should continue to frequent gas stations just so we can continue to hear your great stories. I wish people said random things like that at the bank. Okay, more random...
The only random comments I ever get are people asking me if my kids are mine, then telling me I look seventeen. Gee, thanks. If only I didn't think birth control was the devil's tool, maybe I wouldn't be the poster child for teen pregnancy.
That being said, why don't you fight the pigs while my hubby fights for them. I'd love to see you two going head to head in court. And then hearing you guys laugh about it afterward. When people ask my hubby what he does for a living, he usually just says, "I put people in jail." In a rather apologetic tone.
bahahahahahaa
your life is hillarious
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