Dancing the polka with Miss El Cajon
When I was in high school, a band I was in made a weekend trip to Louisville (or Lull-ville, if you ask them to say it) for a concert series. We were grouped in twos and sent to stay with people in the community during our visit. My friend and I got stuck with this girl Carrie who insisted on taking us to a pary at "Larry-Joe's" house. She took us to the wrong house and we ended up just walking into his very old neighbor's house at 11pm. Carrie, following right behind us, announced, "We got beer!" and then followed it with, "But not for you!" And we turned and left. People need to learn to lock their doors...
I too too am digging these posts. I am yet to be DEEPLY offended, so I'll take umbrage over feelings of having been left out.It's like being on my very own roadtrip. But not being able to see out of the windows.
Hey, tell Rachel I have 2 toll booth stories from Chicago...and let me just say that the toll booth concept is foreign and challenging for us Minnesotans that did not grow up with them.Story #1: As I approached the first huge toll booth complex, I noticed that there were signs above the lanes indicating "standard" and "automatic," and all of the 18-wheelers were lined up in the "standard" lanes. I could not, for the life of me, figure out why the toll booth authority of Illinois would care what type of transmission my car had! Seriously.Story #2: At my second toll booth I used all of the change I had left to go through the automatic (non-attended) lane. When I came up to the next toll booth, I made the startling discovery that I was change-less and there were ONLY automatic change-collecting baskets. I pulled up and stopped and freaked out for about 20 seconds. Then I got out and went to the car behind me and asked him for change. He kindly provided it, then I ran up and threw it at the basket as I got in my car. Well, poor-hand-eye-coordination girl that I am, the change bounced out on the ground. I got back out of my car and looked down, and there were coins EVERYWHERE on the ground! Next time just look down when you pull up to an automatic booth without change. :-)
I'm deeply offended that you refer to it as Louis-ville. Any local can tell you it's Louey-ville, but I suspect you will learn that directly, as your verbal indiscretions will most likely be punished with a pummeling by a hick. ;-)I will tell you Louisville is a destination for me once a year, as we have a tradition of attending an art show the first weekend of October every year. Since it is nearing October, I suggest you leave me a sign of some sort... something I will see and recognize as an indication that the world famous Chris Cope has been there.I suggest something spray painted, along the lines of "Chris Cope has been here."Enjoy the vaca!
Good stuff Chris! You're doing the USA tourism industry a HUGE favour here... I can't get to Louisville soon enough it seems!
i was hoping that we could be DEEPLY OFFENDED on this post too...because i'm slow and haven't had the chance to listen to these yet, i'm DEEPLY OFFENDED that you've continued having a life when i've been offline.
the locals all sound to me like they're saying LOO-ih-vuhl, which deeply offends me...
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