June 26, 2010

Story Butcherer (so bad, it's an extra "er")

So to follow up on yesterday's post as to why I need a person-shaddow- maybe my person-shaddow will be a better story teller than I am. Because I suck. I butcher stories. I don't know if it's because I don't give enough detail, or if I don't stress the right parts of the story. But that is who I am. Earlier today, I was given license in retelling the roommate's story about her trip to Hardees' in which the cashier told her she would charge her for the car in front of her's food because she accidentally charged the car in front for her food (hope you're following this....) Now, when the roomie told me this story, I was cracking up. But when I told my friend about it, and was hoping for the same response, I didn't get it. Now my friend that I told should've thought it was hilarious because we have the same sense of humor. And the response I got was a good one, just not the belly bursting laugh I gave. So that leads me to believe that I butchered it. And I was reminded about how poorly I tell stories (especially this one in particular) when I got off the phone and the roomie informed me that I was a bad storyteller (um, why are you listening to my phone convos anyway!? No one cares that you're an amazing storyteller). Yep, that is who I am, the story butcherer. And probably in telling this story on the blog, I have not conveyed all that I've wanted to. Oh well. Hey! Remind me to tell you about the time I saw this lady at the grocery store who kept looking at me because I reminded her of her daughter. It's either the best or worst story you've heard-depending on who's telling it....

Angel-Lush-with-Nilla-wafers concoction; I'm changing things up!

1 comment:

  1. well, I LOL'd at THIS story. Well done. I very much enjoyed this (I almost posted this comment as Amanda, but that's a whole OTHER story!)

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