Posted on March 19, 2005


A and I are in the elevator with a third unknown person.
Me: you’re wearing leather shoes!
A: mmm…Leather. Whether. Tether.
Me: feather?
A: Nice. Pleather.
S: it’s at this point that other people start to get alarmed and move away from us, you know.
A: yeah, she’s probably thinking “They really are terrorists! They’re speaking in their ‘ether’ code!”
We get out of the elevator at this point. It’s a slow elevator, you see. You can write theses in there.

On a side note, J apparently left her favourite bra at her rabbi’s. I wish this was as scandalous as it sounds.

Posted in: humour, roommate