It was pretty quick and easy to tell that a relationship with Dave wasn't going to go past date one. When he sneezed at the restaurant table, he didn't cover his nose. At all.
The first time he did it I hoped that my look of disgust would be enough to stop it from happening a second time. The second time it happened, I asked him point blank to cover his nose the next time.
"Why?" he asked with a wry grin.
"Because it's gross," I told him. He didn't say anything to that, and the conversation died on the spot.
About a minute later, he reached at me across the table and screeched, "Cover your nose!" in what I guessed was a mockery of the way I had said it to him. It made me jump, but it also made me decide that another minute with that loser would be one minute too many. I left him sitting there.
He called me almost right after I had left. I didn't answer the phone, but when I listened to his voicemail, it was him screeching "Cover your nose!" over and over and over again. Probably over a hundred times, I'd guess. I don't know. I only listened to about 10 seconds of it.
I played it for my roommates, though, and they begged me to let them record it for use as a ringtone. I let them, and so there was a period of several months during which "Cover your nose! Cover your nose!" was heard rather often in our apartment.
I enjoyed that. Happy Thanksgiving y'all. Thanks for the laughs!
ReplyDeleteNice change of pace from yesterday's story. At least all the OP's friends got a good laugh from that nonsense! Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess it's still better than the Chunky Horse Orgasm ringtone I use...
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