Another True Church Mouse Story Of Note
Today turned out to be quite an amusing day! It all started when I went to the staff bathroom...
I heard my name being called from outside the bathroom door and some other verbiage that I couldn't quite understand. So as I was washing my hands I opened the door to tell whoever was talking to me that I would be right there. It was one of my co-workers (who shall remain anonymous to protect the very innocent) and another one of our part-time receptionists. My innocent co-worker was asking me if I had seen anything written on the wallpaper in the bathroom. I looked and saw only the same marks that had been done years ago by the Choir director's daughter... nothing new to report.
She (my innocent co-worker) said "maybe it's in the other bathroom" and proceeded to open that door. "Do you see anything?" she asked. "Oh! There it is!" It seems Irish Pastor had remarked to her after exiting the bathroom a few minutes before that there was writing on the wall and that it was the first time he had seen that done since he had been pastor there. Innocent co-worker had asked what it said. She didn't understand his answer. It seems that he thought he saw the word "DICK" on the wall (he didn't have his glasses on at the time). When Irish pastor realized that innocent co-worker did not know the meaning of the slang term, he turned to the older part-time receptionist and said "You better explain it to her." He then walked back over to the Rectory chuckling and shaking his head.
Now for most people the story would end there. Not so in this case. No, innocent co-worker had to see for herself. So there she was looking at the wall. Even though part-time receptionist had explained to her the meaning of the slang term "dick", she still wasn't buying it. Innocent co-worker had decided that it was probably put there by one of the clients seen by the counselor who had his office right across the hall. About this time I looked at the word of interest on the wall and could see that the word was distinctly "DUCK" but the "D" was definitely a markover of an "F"... should I tell this to innocent co-worker? Well I started to explain it to her when she had this gem come out of her mouth... "I bet John (counselor) has a Dick for a client. I am going to ask him if he has a Dick!" All I could say to her was "I want to be there when you ask John if he has a dick!" I wouldn't miss that for anything!"
My still very innocent co-worker finally realized what she was saying. She turned to look at the word on the wall again, and surmised that I was probably correct about what the word was, and joined us in hysterical laughter at her own naivete. Irish Pastor laughed hysterically as well when he was told what she had wanted to ask John. I think that I will have to tell John this story one of these days...
No one could make this stuff up!
I heard my name being called from outside the bathroom door and some other verbiage that I couldn't quite understand. So as I was washing my hands I opened the door to tell whoever was talking to me that I would be right there. It was one of my co-workers (who shall remain anonymous to protect the very innocent) and another one of our part-time receptionists. My innocent co-worker was asking me if I had seen anything written on the wallpaper in the bathroom. I looked and saw only the same marks that had been done years ago by the Choir director's daughter... nothing new to report.
She (my innocent co-worker) said "maybe it's in the other bathroom" and proceeded to open that door. "Do you see anything?" she asked. "Oh! There it is!" It seems Irish Pastor had remarked to her after exiting the bathroom a few minutes before that there was writing on the wall and that it was the first time he had seen that done since he had been pastor there. Innocent co-worker had asked what it said. She didn't understand his answer. It seems that he thought he saw the word "DICK" on the wall (he didn't have his glasses on at the time). When Irish pastor realized that innocent co-worker did not know the meaning of the slang term, he turned to the older part-time receptionist and said "You better explain it to her." He then walked back over to the Rectory chuckling and shaking his head.
Now for most people the story would end there. Not so in this case. No, innocent co-worker had to see for herself. So there she was looking at the wall. Even though part-time receptionist had explained to her the meaning of the slang term "dick", she still wasn't buying it. Innocent co-worker had decided that it was probably put there by one of the clients seen by the counselor who had his office right across the hall. About this time I looked at the word of interest on the wall and could see that the word was distinctly "DUCK" but the "D" was definitely a markover of an "F"... should I tell this to innocent co-worker? Well I started to explain it to her when she had this gem come out of her mouth... "I bet John (counselor) has a Dick for a client. I am going to ask him if he has a Dick!" All I could say to her was "I want to be there when you ask John if he has a dick!" I wouldn't miss that for anything!"
My still very innocent co-worker finally realized what she was saying. She turned to look at the word on the wall again, and surmised that I was probably correct about what the word was, and joined us in hysterical laughter at her own naivete. Irish Pastor laughed hysterically as well when he was told what she had wanted to ask John. I think that I will have to tell John this story one of these days...
No one could make this stuff up!
6 comments:
So, are you going to tell her what the F word means?
I remember when I was little, that I accidentally said the word in the middle of a secret-code game (not knowing what it meant). Kim W tried to tell me that it was a bad word & not to say it.
"Say what?" I innocently asked.
"F**k!" she said, as her mother walked by the door.
Her mother then proceeded to wash her mouth out with soap, Kim was grounded, and I went home early.
ha ha ha!
not until at least three years later did I learn what it meant
Hilarious!! That poor woman needs a bit more knowledge. Let's hope John's answer to her question would have been, "yes, I do have one," otherwise you'll be explaining a bit more to Miss Innocence about a little thing called cross-dressing.
ROFL! Oh, that poor woman. Don't let her out on the street by herself! :)
Hilarious!
I remember back when I had just moved to Edinburgh and was looking for a place to live. The first apartment I visited was on the third floor, and I asked the landlord/flatmate whether he had a deck (meaning "balcony"). He looked surprised and blurted "Excuse me?". I only realised weeks later that with him being Scottish and me being a Kiwi, he thought I'd asked him whether he had a dick!
Don't you think that local humor is the best? You are right, it would be impossible to think this stuff up.
Oh, ha ha ha! Good one! "Innocent" co-worker is right. Thanks for the belly laugh, Rhodent!
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