“I bought a Book of Mormon yesterday. It was forty bucks... That's a lot. But that's all right for my celestial glory. If it had been forty-five bucks... that's just too much.”
Funny Names
One of the interesting things about my boring jobs is the fun names I run across at work. Ex: “You Chen.” I love Asian names! They don't convert very well to English, I wonder if the parents realized that they shouldn't spell the name “you.” Maybe they should have spelled it, “Yu” or “Yoo,” but “You?”
Wouldn't you love to have a friend named You? “Hey, You! Hey, You!” Everyone would look, and be so confused. “Hey, You wants to play too!”
“Whuddo you mean? I am playing!”
“Not you! You!”
“What's wrong with you?”
“Nothing, he's fine.”
“What!?”
Wish I could say that was an original idea, but that comedy was already played out ages ago in “Who's on first?” in 1938.
(Watch it. It's funny: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aehzwwD2II )
Ananda also told me about a girl named “Wong Wea.”
“Hey, Wong Wea! Wong Wea!”
“No, it's not! I'm going the right way, you idiot!”
Another fun name I found was “Spomenka.” Never heard that one before. Crazy Canadians. There must be a lot of Middle Eastern peoples there too, because I also get a lot of really fun names like “Shariyhardar...” (Uh... not an actual name, because I can never remember them since I'm not used of hearing them around here ever...)
Dream #12—R.C. Willy: Saren, James, and I were hobos at an R.C. Willy store. I was sitting on the coach thinking, Hm, maybe we should be more inconspicuous... I had just put my socks under one of the chairs and we had a cruddy coach we had brought (and were living on) that was between the nice ones. There was also a sort of nightmare I had about dirty washcloths and an evil butler trying to find us in the R.C. Willy store.
There was also an earlier dream I was having—a doughnut nightmare where I left doughnuts on carpeted stairs the frosting melted all over.
Dream #12 Analysis: I've had dreams about hobo-ing it out at R.C. Willy before. Whenever I've been in that store I've thought about hiding somewhere until the store was closed and sleeping on a comfy coach or bed... not such a bad idea, you know.
Dirty washcloths. Ew. Moldy slimy hateful... What can I say about the doughnuts? Um, deeper meanings... my mom loves doughnuts... and she would hate it if I got frosting on her stairs...
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