(The cafe owners often bring their little one-year old girl with them, who sometimes plays with the register while standing on a crate. One day while I’m working on something else a few feet away, she’s doing this as a customer approaches.)
Customer: “I’d like to order a sandwich to go.”
Me: “Sure, I’ll be there in one minute. Let me just wash my hands.”
Customer: “Yeah, but she can take my order now!” *points to the little girl*
Me: “She’s just playing. She can’t actually ring you up.”
Customer: *blank stare*
Me: “She’s one.”
Customer: *heavy sigh*
Toddler: “Cheese?”
El Caminito del Rey is a walkway, now fallen into disrepair, pinned along the steep walls of a narrow gorge in El Chorro, near Álora in Málaga, Spain. And it’s frickin’ terrifying.
On the train I was overjoyed to overhear a conversation between three teenage boys (maybe thirteen, fourteen?) in school uniform with uniformly terrible hair.
Boy 1: Did youse do the assignment?
Boy 2: Yeah
Boy 1: Did youse do first or third person?
Boy3: Did anyone do second?
Boy1: No one does second. (points to Boy 2) So what did you do?
Boy 2: First. Wait. No. Third. Wait. What’s the difference again?
Boy 1: First is me talking to you, second is you talking to me (points to Boy 3) third is him just talking and he never fuckin’ shuts up.
With its hundredth post, glorious one-joke blog Monkey Punch Dinosaur finally comes to an end. Creator Adam Ford reflects on his creation, and offers a slideshow of all hundred punches.
