So I was wandering across the street to the Student Center to snag a burrito for lunch.
When I crossed the street there was some dude trying to get me to stop and listen to his lengthy diatribe about why I should give money to whatever fictional cause he’s supporting.
How did this man address me?
What friendly ice-breaker did he throw my way in an attempt to get me to pry open my wallet and throw a handful of bill his way?
“Hey…Big Fella!!”
That’s right…Big Fella!!
I mean, come on dude…Big Fella?!
Really…
To be quite honest, I thought the word “fella” died along with the rest of the Rat Pack, apparently I was mistaken.
That I guess I can shake off.
What’s bothering me now is the fact that he called me “BIG Fella.”
Why “big?!”
Was it the fact that I was crossing the street amongst an Asian tour group; the vast majority of which I towered over by a good foot or so?!
OR
Was it because I’m big…as in hefty…and all of my gym-going has been for naught?! Should I be running to a restroom to vomit or switching to some sort of water and celery diet?!
…the world may never know!!
Coulda been worse. He could have called you fat fella’
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By: jollyjeff on March 20, 2009
at 4:22 pm
was he shorter than you? were you wearing a coat that could have made you look slightly larger than you are? were you walking on stilts?
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By: Lindsey on March 24, 2009
at 3:46 pm
Yes.
No.
No.
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By: Captain Charisma on March 24, 2009
at 6:48 pm