ok - just wanted to share an embarassing story with all you guys that happened to me this weekend - for those of you that don't watch sienfeld, this probably won't make a lot of sense -
anyway - on friday night me and one of my best friends bail out of work a little early and run down the yankee stadium to catch a game - we have a few to many brews at the game, and have a good time - on the subway back to the city this girl is sitting next to us - hot body, butter face - anyway we start talking to her - she is from israel, only been in the u.s. for 3 months, has a very strong accent - so we are talking and she is a little anoying and she asks what our names are - my friend gives her his real name -I've had a few too many, and I tell her my name is Art Vandalay, and that I am an architect - figuring she is a foreigner, and will never get it - so she says - without batting an eye "o.k. george - you don't have to be an a**hole" - needless to say the rest of the ride was very uncomfortable - about 20 more minutes on a packed subway, with no where to go, and this girl glaring at me - and i felt like a real jerk - the moral of the story? say you are from Kramerica, Inc. don't you hate when that happens?
anyway - on friday night me and one of my best friends bail out of work a little early and run down the yankee stadium to catch a game - we have a few to many brews at the game, and have a good time - on the subway back to the city this girl is sitting next to us - hot body, butter face - anyway we start talking to her - she is from israel, only been in the u.s. for 3 months, has a very strong accent - so we are talking and she is a little anoying and she asks what our names are - my friend gives her his real name -I've had a few too many, and I tell her my name is Art Vandalay, and that I am an architect - figuring she is a foreigner, and will never get it - so she says - without batting an eye "o.k. george - you don't have to be an a**hole" - needless to say the rest of the ride was very uncomfortable - about 20 more minutes on a packed subway, with no where to go, and this girl glaring at me - and i felt like a real jerk - the moral of the story? say you are from Kramerica, Inc. don't you hate when that happens?
