tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post647116408791442034..comments2023-09-09T06:40:03.986-04:00Comments on choo choo knits: Today I'm "that guy"choo choo knitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12345051817245805282noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-67055802294607985262008-12-20T14:19:00.000-05:002008-12-20T14:19:00.000-05:00It's very nice to read that you're 'that guy' too ...It's very nice to read that you're 'that guy' too this week. <BR/>My week wasn't that well either. I've filled up everyday last week with that guy things. Awefull. <BR/>Did you go back to the guy at the coffee stand?MoniqueB.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04640582193247984041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-66339704177500058032008-12-16T13:16:00.000-05:002008-12-16T13:16:00.000-05:00We're getting down to the count here.My that guy s...We're getting down to the count here.<BR/><BR/>My that guy story is:<BR/><BR/>I was walking through a store one day during winter. The store sold parakeets or canaries or some sort of caged bird. I was wearing a hat and evidently one of the birds escaped from the cage, was flying through the store, and people were trying to catch it. Unknown to me it landed on my head just before I walked out the door. Lots of people were shouting and pointing, but I figured it didn't have anything to do with me since I hadn't done anything. I was figuring there was someone else shoplifting or something. HA. I opened the door, walked out, and the bird escaped. I was that guy who not only let the bird escape, but actually carried it out on my head.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17688503466581287123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-62392203821676181042008-12-15T22:19:00.000-05:002008-12-15T22:19:00.000-05:00I became "that guy" one day in high school. My mom...I became "that guy" one day in high school. My mom made the best hummus and I really loved it so one day she made me a hummus sandwich for lunch. Yum yum, but what I didn't think of was that it was loaded with garlic and during gym when I was perspiring, the garlic was oozing out of every pore. I can guarantee you that I became "that guy". I still afraid to go to a reunion.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00532652933398811468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-61011438397048520752008-12-15T18:44:00.000-05:002008-12-15T18:44:00.000-05:00Thank you. I'd like to say that I just invented it...Thank you. I'd like to say that I just invented it for the contest, but unfortunately it is all true. Ewwww indeed! There are probably songs about it. Certainly grandfathers tell their grandkids about the day they were stuck in the subway with "that guy"Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05698357440367685868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-79691355438964571122008-12-15T18:42:00.000-05:002008-12-15T18:42:00.000-05:00Welcome back. Love your "that guy" story. Mine (th...Welcome back. Love your "that guy" story. <BR/><BR/>Mine (the things we do for extra points!):<BR/><BR/>I had to phone someone for a professional meeting. I phoned, mentioned my name and he was having trouble placing me. Finally he said, your name is familiar - have we met. Yes. Where. X meeting. Hmmm - are you that guy who spilled his coke all over the place?<BR/><BR/>Yup - that was me!<BR/><BR/>Notice we all spill things. Way to make a mark! Way to be remembered. Well, at least I wasn't "that guy who spilled antique pee in the subway"Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12435041527641632723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-78482316995253011972008-12-15T18:38:00.000-05:002008-12-15T18:38:00.000-05:00Elaine, my dear, I think you need 5 points for THA...Elaine, my dear, I think you need 5 points for THAT story...ewwwwwwwchoo choo knitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12345051817245805282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-46807139062891312582008-12-15T17:20:00.000-05:002008-12-15T17:20:00.000-05:00Well my best ever "that guy" story is from when I ...Well my best ever "that guy" story is from when I was in high school. I grew up in NYC and had an 1 1/4 hour subway commute each way on the train. there was a whole group of us who rode the subway together in the morning. As seniors we took a course in hematology and urine analysis (lovingly called pis and puss). Each day we had to bring in a bottle of urine with our first morning sample - get up at 5:30, pee in a bottle with a tight cover, out of the house by 6:30, run to the train, ride the subway for an hour and a quarter, run to school from the train and be there before 8 am when the bell rang. Well - OK. I had the drill down and we each had our little bottles with us every day, and were careful. At the end of each day we emptied out the bottle, rinsed it out, and brought it home to be refilled. At least I thought that was what everyone did. But not one of the guys in our group. He had a big gallon jar in his locker and collected the whole semester's worth of urine. On the way home from school the last day, in late June when it was 90 degrees or more on the subway, we were riding home and he was carrying his gallon jug full of year-old pee. I scored a seat on the subway, and he asked me to hold his bottle. I gave the obligator - ewww - I'm not touching that, so he stuck it down next to me with something over it so no one would see. Well ... our stop came, I grabbed my stuff, forgot about his bottle, it hit the floor, broke and the most foul-smelling stuff ever came pouring out - not a cup worth, a gallon! Well, that cleared the car in an instant and I won the "that guy" award.<BR/><BR/>And I think I deserve 2 points for that confession :-)Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05698357440367685868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36315059.post-72641827236039959102008-12-15T16:56:00.000-05:002008-12-15T16:56:00.000-05:00Men are really the worst patients, aren't they? My...Men are really the worst patients, aren't they? My husband claims he never gets sick, but then when he does, he's a big whiny baby.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05434256661615289001noreply@blogger.com