Judy and I have a general response to questions or people we don't understand, comprehend and most importantly don't like. It's our verbal emergency exit.
"9.15!" (as in the time) shouted towards the protagonist's face, a gulp of one's mixed beverage and a 180 degree turn on the heel usually results in such bedazzlement that it provides a safe exit for one to escape such declarations as "G'day I'm Barry" "How's ya night?' and the wayward grab of your left buttock by the said Barry.
It is particularly useful between 3am and 11am at speakeasies where various Barries will approach you and ask to sign your dance card. There is also the awkward situation of the continually lost faghag who has been abandoned by her fag for a raffle in cubicle number 2. These women will generally corner you in the smoking alley, immediately commence breaches of personal space and say that "you're lovely". Akin to a leach, such a female needs to be stopped before she engorges her arms around you and you have no escape. The same can be said for the nymphomanic bisexual (male or female) who seems determined to sleep with anything….male, female or potted palm. These people will not take no for an answer. Telling them to f-off is like moth to a flame….it will simply invigorate them to keep pursuing you. 9.15 however totally confuses them either into believing you're a vocal clock or having a stroke. Either way, they leave you alone.
C
"9.15!" (as in the time) shouted towards the protagonist's face, a gulp of one's mixed beverage and a 180 degree turn on the heel usually results in such bedazzlement that it provides a safe exit for one to escape such declarations as "G'day I'm Barry" "How's ya night?' and the wayward grab of your left buttock by the said Barry.
It is particularly useful between 3am and 11am at speakeasies where various Barries will approach you and ask to sign your dance card. There is also the awkward situation of the continually lost faghag who has been abandoned by her fag for a raffle in cubicle number 2. These women will generally corner you in the smoking alley, immediately commence breaches of personal space and say that "you're lovely". Akin to a leach, such a female needs to be stopped before she engorges her arms around you and you have no escape. The same can be said for the nymphomanic bisexual (male or female) who seems determined to sleep with anything….male, female or potted palm. These people will not take no for an answer. Telling them to f-off is like moth to a flame….it will simply invigorate them to keep pursuing you. 9.15 however totally confuses them either into believing you're a vocal clock or having a stroke. Either way, they leave you alone.
C
2 comments:
What a fabulous idea!!! Will have to give it a try! LOL
We used to do the same thing in college by saying "umgawa." What a coincidence. Although yours is more "sensible." :-)
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