My best friend is stationed in Oklahoma. We've been best friends since the beginning of our senior year of high school and she joined the AF a couple of years after I did only to wind up stationed in the place she is least equipped to handle. Oklahoma has many lovely people but also has tornados, five Wal-Marts per capita, and an intense love of Garth Brooks that is nothing short of unnatural. She called me tonight to relay the following tidbit overheard while she was looking for a lunch box at, where else...Wal Mart.
A teenage looking girl with 2 small children is talking to the cashier about the trials and tribulations of motherhood. The cashier asks what the names of the children are. The girl says "This one here is Daniel. This other one here was gonna be called Isiah but when I got into labor it hurt so bad that I forgot and named him somethin else."
No word yet on (a) the child's name, or (b) why, after the child was born, she didn't perhaps take a moment to REMEMBER HIS NAME before she put just any old thing on the birth certificate. Oh god, the joys of shopping at a Wal-Mart in Oklahoma.
In other news...my friend at lunch today was cleaning off the table (and making kind of a mess) when he dropped some guacamole on his pants, looked up, and declared..."WHY do I always end up with goo on my thigh?" The best part about this, besides the fact that I will tease him mercilessly for the rest of his life, is that a professor was standing in line right behind us and heard the whole thing...and I think I saw him snicker. This might be one of those "you had to be there" moments, but I hope not, because it was absolutely hilarious.
