While at a church picnic this past week, I was trying to be my normal social self. Moving to a new house in a new city in a new state in a new time zone can be a little difficult so I thought I would rub some elbow with the locals and get to know some peeps.
While on my third trip through the food line [for the twerps of course], I saw a man wearing a blue polo shirt with the initials NASA embroidered in red in the upper left corner.
So in an attempt to strike up a conversation, I motioned to his embroidered initials and said, ''So, you an astronaut?''
He just looked back at me with a confused look and said, ''Uhm, no.''
As I made a mad dash to the green bean casserole I just blurted out with a nervous laugh, ''Well, ya never know.''
Wow, these peeps have NO HUMOR.
Now fast forward to Sunday at church. I was checking Baby Twerp into his class which is the equivalent in his mind of throwing him into a vat of acid. After dropping him off, I nestled myself around the corner, so I could see if he would soon stop crying and suddenly found myself in the middle of two men having a conversation
As I stood there, I could not help but over hear Gentleman 1 tell Gentleman 2 about the funniest thing that happened at the picnic last week.
Gentleman 1 -- You will never believe this. Last week at the picnic, a girl came up to me and asked me if I was an astronaut.
I looked the other way and gulped. [But I almost had to say something over the ... A girl? He called me A GIRL?]
Gentleman 2 -- Really? Why would she think that?
Well, tell him about the NASA shirt Mr. Funny.
Gentleman 1-- Well, I didn't figure it out until I got home and took off my North Atlantic Soccer Assocation shirt.
Then they both did some knee slappin belly laughin.
My twerps are so playing baseball.