2006-01-18 - 10:20 a.m.
Things Uttered by the Bejeweled and Bedazzled Female Members of the Senior Citizens Volga River Touring Group That Sat Near Me in the Prague Airport:
-“Well, you’re filling up your passport, that’s for sure. And you’re sure not able to do it by sitting in Florida.”
-“That’s the law in Africa. You can’t wear camouflage. Why? It’s the law, that’s why.”
-“They’re worth a fortune now, of course. I used to go to the toy store and buy so many at one time. I would say, ‘I want all those, all those, and all of those too. Clear the shelves!””
-“Oh, don’t say that.”
-“So you go in this little cave and they give you one of those helmets with the lights, you know? And then one of those little claw/hammer things…what are they called?” --“Picks?” --“I can’t remember what they’re called. You know what they are—MINERS use them. What are they? I cannot remember…Those little things to chink in the walls.” --“Aren’t they called picks?” --“Gosh, if I could only remember what they’re called!” --“Marilyn, I think they’re called picks. Picks? Is it picks? ” --“Oh, I know! Picks! They’re called picks. Gosh, how did I forget that! HAHA!”
-“One week she was blonde, next week she was black on an awards show. I didn’t like it, but she is beautiful, you know. Well, they kicked her off that t.v. show because she was such a primadonna. I think she’s half-Asian or half-black or something .”
-“I mean, we’re afraid to just drive down the street to someone else’s house for card club these days. I mean it’s just that bad .”
