Sometimes I hear strange things escape my lips. It's as if my mouth is being controlled by an alien life form.
The other day I was driving along and talking to my boss on the phone, when I exclaimed, "Dude!"
I did; I said that. "Dude," just like that. Real loud.
It was caused by a swerving driver in front of me who was practicing the art of ping-pong driving. He nearly hit a car to the left, then a car to the right, then he swerved left and angled it into a sharp and unexpected turn onto another street. Which was good, since my confidence in his driving abilities had plummeted somewhat. I didn't want to share the road with him a moment longer.
So, I said, DUDE!"
I have absolutely no idea why such a word was the first thing to spring into my mind, and tumble out my lips.
Why couldn't I say something like, "Goodness Gracious!" or"How alarming!"
I guess that my inner psyche just isn't very refined. It makes all my doilies and teacups seem pretentious.
Am I really that kind of woman?
Women who exclaim "Dude" have tattoos and fight and drink beer. They ride motorcycles and date surfers. Oh, wait...It's a little clearer now. That sounds exactly like my inner psyche.
4 comments:
Umm, I say dude all the time and I neither have tattoos nor drink beer. Rather, I have boys. And so do you. But maybe your boys don't say dude...?
It was Ethan's first word.
I kid you not.
So, it's their fault? Most things are their fault. Ah, good!
Does your inner psyche want a tattoo? A motorcycle?
Hello, Cathy!
Yep, you belong in Montana with the chromed out F250, gun rack and tire iron.... Dude can be considered a term of approval or respect even. Dud on the other hand.....
kjp
I expect someday I will get a tattoo.
I know.
It's shocking. But true.
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