Quiz Practice Strikes Again April 20, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 2commentsThat is, Samwise was striking. The light. He suddenly jumped out of his chair and whacked it. He was trying to knock the dead flies (ew) out of it. Our tangent could have stopped right there. But oh no. Mr. G. looked into his cup (which had been on the table underneath the light) and made a face at Sam. “Thanks, Sam,” he said. “Now there’s flies in my cup.” We all laughed about hat for a minute and sat back down to practice… it could have ended there but, as I’m posting about it, it obviously didn’t…
Samwise cupped his hands and held them out to Andrew.
Sam: “Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup!”
Andrew: *laughs* “No, there isn’t.”
Sam: “Yes, there is!”
Andrew: “No, there isn’t!”
Sam: “Yes, there is! Look for yourself!”
Andrew: “No, there isn’t. I don’t need to look. We don’t put flies in the soup.”
Sam: *sigh* *fishes “fly” out of “bowl”* *holds it up* “Look at this. This fly. It was in my soup.”
Andrew: *coughlaugh* “That is not a fly.”
Sam: *looks at it* *indignantly* “Yes, it is! Then what is it?”
Andrew: *laughing* “It’s… erm… it’s an olive.”
Sam: *looks at it again* “That is not an olive. It’s too small for an olive –”
Andrew: “It’s a baby olive.”
Sam: “A what?”
Andrew: “A, uh, baby olive.” *grins*
Sam: *blink* “If it’s a baby olive, why does it have legs?”
Andrew: “It doesn’t have legs.”
Sam: “Yes, it does. Look.”
Andrew: “Those aren’t legs.”
Sam: “Oh yeah, really? Then what are they?”
Andrew: “They’re twigs. Olive twigs.”
Sam: “They’re what?”
Andrew: “Olive twigs. Look, do you grow olives?”
Sam: “Well, no –”
Andrew: “See? Then just trust me. They’re olive twigs.”
Sam: “Well… I didn’t order my soup with olives. Or flies.”
Andrew: “Yes, you ordered olive-tomato-parsley soup.”
Sam: “No, I didn’t.”
Andrew: “Yes, you did.”
Sam: “No, I didn– look, I remember. I did not order… olive-tomato-parsley soup.”
Andrew: “I distinctly remember that you did. Wait.” *pulls “notepad” out of pocket* *looks at it* “Yep, here it is. Olive-tomato-parsley soup.”
Sam: “WHA–?” *grabs “notebook”* “No, no. That says oregano tomato soup. Nothing about olives.”
Andrew: “Oh well. I thought that you said olive.”
Sam: “What? Look. How much do you get paid to bring my soup to me? From there to here.”
Andrew: “Um… how much is in your wallet?”
Sam: *thinks about this* “I don’t have a wallet.”
Andrew: “You don’t?”
Sam: “No. I am definitely absolutely positive; I do not have a wallet.”
Andrew: “Well, then, there is no way I’m getting you a new bowl of soup.”
Sam: “What? I think I want to talk to the manager.”
Andrew: *cough* “Well, I am the manager.”
Sam: *stunned silence* “…well, how about one of the other waiters?”
Andrew: “I am the Other Waiters.”
Sam: “What kind of restaurant is this?”
Andrew: “Actually, they’re out to lunch.”
*laughter*
It did have a rather Hitchhiker-ian feel to it.
But if you’re coming to Districts, watch out for the flies.
