Giant Bees!
Oct. 18th, 2004 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phosfateI just used the word "hummer" to the Post Office guy, and I wasn't talking about the car. In my defense, he was trying to make the case that Clinton's in-office crimes were comparable to those of Richard Nixon. I pointed out that subverting the Constitution and advocating the murder of citizens who disagreed with his policies was hardly on a par with unpaid oral sex, and could I please have my stamp?
I mention the incident because it's the second time in three or four days I've had to use the word. The other day when the mail came, Mom got a card with a sample of Humvee brand perfume. Or cologne. Or whatever the hell it is. Apparently diesel is the new aphrodesiac.
She offered me the card. "You want a Hummer?" she said. I busted up laughing. Then she just had to ask why.
Nobody should ever have to explain the concept of a hum job to their 82-year-old mother.
I mention the incident because it's the second time in three or four days I've had to use the word. The other day when the mail came, Mom got a card with a sample of Humvee brand perfume. Or cologne. Or whatever the hell it is. Apparently diesel is the new aphrodesiac.
She offered me the card. "You want a Hummer?" she said. I busted up laughing. Then she just had to ask why.
Nobody should ever have to explain the concept of a hum job to their 82-year-old mother.
