Warning: Some Violence and Much Strong Language.SHE WROTE: The Korean Restaurant Story
I did try to choke him in Reno. Here's why:
He has this Korean restaurant thing he talks about which is really interesting the first time you hear it. And I have no problem listening to it when he tells it to other people now. But he told it to me and it was interesting. And then the next time we were together, he told it to me again. And the next time he told it to me again. And it wasn't that he was repeating it, it was that he kept forgetting that he'd told it to me. In other words, talking to me isn't interesting enough to remember. So this goes on a couple more times and then we're in Reno, under a lot of pressure, and we're standing outside a Chinese restaurant waiting to have lunch with an editor where I will do all the talking, and there's this long silence and I'm thinking, "He's going to tell me that damn restaurant story again, he's going to tell me that AGAIN," and it was like waiting for the other shoe to drop, and the minutes stretched out and then, he said, "When I lived in Korea," and I grabbed him by the throat and said, "If you ever tell me that fucking story again, I will kill you." And he said, "Oh-kay." And I let go of his throat and apologized.
You'd have done it, too.
Of course, now he tells me the Korean restaurant story ON PURPOSE to make me insane, but at least he remembers the conversation in front of the Chinese restaurant.
posted by Jenny @ 12:18 PM 13 comments 
13 Comments:
THAT is hilarious.
OK, I'll bite. Bob, please tell us the Korean restaurant story.
'it wasn't that he was repeating it, it was that he kept forgetting that he'd told it to me. In other words, talking to me isn't interesting enough to remember.'
Somewhat reminiscent of Richard (in Sizzle)?
'I grabbed him by the throat and said, "If you ever tell me that fucking story again, I will kill you." And he said, "Oh-kay." '
This demonstrates just one of the advantages of not having been in Special Forces. You can threaten to kill people and (probably) not be believed.
I'm working at home desperately in need of a break. I'm doing drone work that needs to be done away from the office so I can concentrate. My brain is about to explode with numbers, rent rolls and increases and then I decide to take a break and check and see what's new in Crusie/Mayer land.
You guys crack me up!!! Thanks for the laugh. What's one little throat throttle in a successful collaboration?
Don't feel bad, babe - he does that to everybody. Ask him some time about crossing the street in New York.
And I'm sure he's pleased to know that when you're tense, you're willing to kill. SF types are tickled by that sort of thing.
evreyone wants to be memorable............but I want to know what happened to kill his short term memory cells.........hmm.......
This sure clears some stuff up. When Bob said you choked him when he told the story, I thought you were laughing so hard that you had to choke him to keep him from telling the rest of the story and killing you off.
Dear god, MY HUSBAND DOES THIS! Jenny, you have my permission to kill The Bobster.
Bob, Bob, Bob...GET WITH IT!!! ;)
ps: I wanna know the Korean restaurant story too...
I have a dear friend who tells stories over and over, and his family finally developed a signal, a signal that I've adopted, and I'm happy to pass it on to you. Very simple: just hold up two fingers. Of course, when he's told the story for the tenth time, you're flashing those fingers over and over, but it works, and everyone laughs.
"In other words, talking to me isn't interesting enough to remember."
It's worse than that, Jenny. It's a husband thing. Mine does it all the time -- with every story he knows.
Hmmm, either that or talking to me isn't interesting enough to remember, even when he's sleeping with me. 8-(
I guess at a conference if there's a Q&A session with both of you in attendance, none of us should raise our hands and ask Bob to tell the Korean restaurant story? *g*
ROFLMAO!! Oh lord, I know people that do that too!! It drives me crazy! Usually it is the daft old man on my bus that does it to me and I have to sit and smile and listen AGAIN like it's all NEW instead of the umpteenth thousandth time because I'm seat-belted into my seat and I can't run screaming out into the street--they sort of discourage the bus drivers from doing that sort of thing.... Wiping my eyes now, continuing to read...
Coming back here from ArghInk after two years...why do I not remember this? Oh, lord. Is Bob's memory loss catching? Glad someone was paying better attention than I apparently was.
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Hey, it's been over a year since I've had to do this.
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