dave and i were coming back from gmc this afternoon
he was talking to his wife on his cell
and he says, hold on, i gotta spit
and he puts down his phone, takes the lid off an empty soda bottle
and spits in it
twists the lid back on
picks up the phone and continues his conversation
before long, he says again, hold on, i gotta spit
and he puts down the phone, takes the lid off the soda bottle
spits in the soda bottle
and twists the cap back on
picks up the phone and says, we've gotta invest in a bluetooth.
that way i could talk to you, drive, and spit at the same time.
and i very quietly said, well, there is another option
(as i'm playing zuma on my phone)
never looked up
he says, whats that?
and i said, take the chew out.
he starts laughing
now we cant have that, he says.
and he tells lisa, "jm" says i could take the chew out, but i told her we arent having any of that
and then he tells me, lisa agrees with you.
and they get into this discussion polluting the air with cigarettes, etc.
twas funny
and i just sat there, playing zuma on my phone
listening
hey!!
i cant tune him out, i'm riding shotgun, how am i supposed to NOT hear?!!