I used to have a friend named Jan. We had an enormous amount of fun in high school. For about two years, we dated guys who were friends. I married my guy, she dumped hers.
But, before all that, she had a mad crush on this guy named Mike. Jan had a car. I had the use of my dad's car, a 1966 Buick LaSabre. Here car was cooler.
One night we were out driving around. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of Mike as she drove past his house. She saw a male in the window, and said, "Is that him, or his dad?" I only heard the first part, and replied, "Yah"! (being the dutch girls that we are, i'm sure what i said was 'jah'.) Anyway...
This caused Jan to start screaming "Yah, who? Yah, who? Yah, who?" Of course, in her mind, she heard it the way she meant it. What I heard sounded more like something that a cowboy would yell at a rodeo. I laughed until I nearly passed out.
She still didn't get it.
When she finally did, she drove off the road.
Somedays, I miss her.
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