A few months ago, while having a drink at my usual watering hole, I found the ideal time to try out a new conspiracy theory. Although I don’t believe a word of it, it was terribly amusing to make it up, and I thought perhaps this kind of conversation would encourage the fellow next to me to go sit somewhere else. It didn’t work. This guy already had his own conspiracy theory and seemed to be pretty attached to it. Now, I’d started something…
In a desperate attempt to rescue myself from my current situation, I tried to involve the innocent bystander reading a book to my left. Asking only “Right?” didn’t work. I attempted to get him to “just smile and nod.” Knocked down, I had to tell him the theory. He looked up at me, smiled and said “that’s nonsense.” That’s how I met Oscar. Thank heaven for conspiracy theories. I hope he is always to the left of me, or the right.
It could happen to you with a little help from the The George Bush Conspiracy Theory Generator.
Posted by Maureen.
Posted by oscarjr at January 20, 2004 12:17 AM | TrackBackI can't stop the giggling. If I find myself single again (with my track record, that's a distinct possibility), I'm going to try the conspiracy theory method myself.
I bet it doesn't work as well for me...
Posted by: zombyboy at 12:02 PM