12.14.05

Category: dribblings

while visiting my grandpa, we went to a greek community nearby. it’s called Tarpon Springs. you might have heard of it. i think it’s a popular tourist trap. it’s mostly greek and the people who live there and run the shops and restaurants speak a mix of greek and english that i’m calling greenglish. they are pretty rude. especially by southern standards. i guess i should say that last time we went they were rude, this time they weren’t so bad.

after eating greek cuisine we went to the Sponge Exchange which is a huge group of shops in a nice plaza area. this is where mom and i proceeded to use the bathroom several hundred times. greek food = sore butt. it was worth it though. the souvlaki i had was delicious.
the bathroom was weird because there was this tiny, ugly (burn victim?) greek woman who was sitting in there and she would clean the toilet seat everytime someone got out of the stall and there was a tip jar on the counter. but like, it’s a public restroom. so i mean, what the hell? she was weird. i pretended she was putting curses on all of us. she probably was cursing mom and i.

the second or third time we went to the bathroom, and do you know how funny it is when you’re taking a gaseous crap with your mom in the next stall who is ALSO TAKING A GASEOUS CRAP?! it’s hilarious. anyway, two ladies come in while mom and i are killing the toilets and one says, “is jaimie pickle in here?”
what?! did they just-

so i finish my Bad Job and i come out of the stall and i look at the two ladies and…i don’t know them from adam’s house cat. but i make eye contact to see if they say anything, but they don’t.
so i leave and eventually mom comes out and we go back out to the shops to find dad, justin, and cindy.
while we’re walking mom says, “hey, i could’ve sworn one of those ladies had asked if jaimie pickle was in there.”
“oh me too! but i didn’t recognize them.”
“me neither. but it sounded just like that.”
“i know! i could kick myself for not asking them what they said. but also i was afraid that they were speaking greek and whatever they said just sounded like jaimie pickle.”

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