Good Stuff

Posted: June 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

I haven’t added a funny story in awhile, and I was trying to think of what I should write about. I actually put a couple request’s for story ideas on Twitter, and Facebook to see what you wanted to hear. I didn’t get a very good response (I guess I am not as popular as I thought) so I decided to write about something that still makes me laugh when I think about it. This happened a couple of months ago, and evolved into a running joke in my house.

Have you ever been in a situation that you are so flustered; you have no idea how to respond so the most inane response comes out? No, yes, not sure, let me give you an example.

I had the pleasure of witnessing one of these situations, and now I get to share it with you (hopefully it is plural, not singular if it is singular, thanks mom.) I was in the car with Jm, and this man decides to cross the street right in front of us. He was not in the cross walk, and was crossing at a snail’s pace.  As we approach the turtle like pedestrian, I slink in down in my chair preparing for the insults to fly. (I do not do confrontation) Jm rolls down his window, he opens his mouth, and yells out “Good Stuff.” Yes, good stuff.  Jm grips the steering wheel tightly, and stares out the window like something is going to jump out in front of the car at any moment. I could tell he was wishing that I was not in the car when that little gem left his mouth.

I tried, I really tried to stay in control, but I’m me. I look over at him and say “So… were you trying to hit on him, or insult him.” Jm still doesn’t look at me, and I can’t control my laughter when he tells me to “shut up.” Do I stop there? If you know me you know that I have to keep going. “You know I say, you just gave that guy a permanent nickname. He is going to go home tonight, and tell his friends that when he was crossing the street some random guy yelled “good stuff” at him.”  At this point even Jm is laughing, but I keep going. “One of these days you are going to meet a man, and he is going to introduce himself ‘Hi my names Jim, but my friends call me goodstuff.”

I hope I am conveying how hilarious the whole thing was. I was telling one of my patients this story, and she tells me a story with a similar situation.

(oh shit talk about somebody’s ears ringing.  Jm just called me to ask what I was doing. I told him I was writing the Good Stuff Story. He called me a dick.)

My patients dad was driving, and some guy cut him off. Her dad was upset, and when he caught up to him at a stoplight he rolled down his window to tell him off. Her dad was so upset, that he yells out “Nice driving….Hat.” The offender was wearing a hat at the time, and her dad being so flustered, couldn’t think of a better insult. (See it happens to everyone Jm, don’t feel bad.)

I would love to hear anyone else’s witty gems.good stuff

Comments
  1. Evelyn and I had tears rolling down our cheeks.
    I’m afraid I have no stories to compare exactly with that. But I will tell you that when I was young and my older sister had just learned to drive, we had a couple of harrowing experiences. She did the harrowing though.
    Someone cut my sister off, so she got in front of them, and when the road turned to no passing for a very long stretch, she proceeded to slow the car down to about 15 miles an hour.
    Another time someone cut her off, she followed them, oh, for about 5 miles, out in the country.
    I was terrified in a fascinated sort of way, with her being my older sister and all.
    Thankfully, no one had a gun and we survived to both incidents to grow up.

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  2. mblaylock4 says:

    When I was younger, I worked on a ranch and did a ton of horseback riding. So one day I was out there, cleaning the stalls and one-by-one bringing the horses back into the paddock. My mom offers to help and says she will go get the horse name Comanche, a known mischief-maker. She walks out with the halter, gets right up to him, and he suddenly turns and makes to chase her. She screams and starts running across the pasture for the paddock, looking positively terrified, convinced the horse is going to kill her, and I’m standing at the fence, watching all of this go down, laughing so hard I literally peed in my pants. Why? Because as my mom is running for her life, the horse is slowly trotting/practically walking behind her, nipping at her every so often, just generally messing with her the whole time. It was brilliant and he instantly became my favorite horse on the ranch.

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