Strange Dream
So last night I dreamed that I was at an Arkansas Razorback football game when I looked over and saw Chuck Norris in the stands.
Interestingly enough, Chuck saw me too, seemed to recognize me, and then, after we were introduced through a mutual friend, we went to eat at Pizza Hut.
At Pizza Hut, Chuck ordered steak and potatoes (which he got—who in their right mind is going to tell Chuck Norris that he can’t have steak and potatoes?), and while there, we also had the following conversational exchange:
Chuck: “You don’t smell so fresh buddy.”
Me: “Yeah I know. I’ve been at the beach all day.”
Yeah. Strange.
4 comments:
I like how your dream-self just accepted that Chuck Norris thought you smelled bad.
Angela,
Yeah, apparently my dream-self doesn't have a very high opinion of his (my?) personal hygiene.
I am glad that Chuck called you "buddy" ... and even if you thought you smelled good who are you to tell Chuck Norris that he is wrong?
Justin,
That's a good point. I might have just been agreeing with him in the interest of self-preservation.
And as far as the "buddy" thing—yeah, I found him to be very down to earth and pretty nice as well (the comment about me smelling notwithstanding).
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