19.3.08

Spring Break Boredom!

Last Saturday morning there was a loud knock on my door. No one had buzzed from the street so I figured it was someone from within the building, perhaps something strata related, as I am on my strata council, plus it was a pretty determined knock, so I went to answer it, even though it was approaching the ninetieth minute of Arsenal-Middlesbrough with the scores level at 1-1. I opened the door to two young girls, perhaps one was 12 the other 10, I'm not sure as I'm not very good with guessing the ages of anyone under 23.

Me: Hello?
Them: Hello. Can you give us a word for our dictionary of made up words?
Me: What?
Them: We're making a list of made up words.
Me (stalling for time): Umm?
Them (standing there looking at me, not saying anything, waiting): silencio
Me (stalling for time): What's this for?
Them: It's spring break and we're bored (editor's note: what the hell?)
Me (stalling for time): What do you have so far?
Them (wondering why I won't just give them a word): blah, blah, blah, blah (Okay I don't remember what they said, they weren't actually just repeating the word blah)
Me (bored with this conversation): I don't really have anything.
Them (not taking no for an answer): If you had some time to think about it would you be able to come up with something?
Me (wanting them to go away so I could go back to watching second half injury time in the Arsenal game, with the Arsenal level and pressing for a winner): Maybe.
Them (not understanding what I'm not saying): Okay, we'll come back in ten minutes.

So, I went back to my computer to see the game had ended, still 1-1, and then tried to make up a word. I even went to a website of made up words, not to plagiarise but hopefully to be inspired. Nothing. They knocked again and despite not having a word yet, I answered the door again.

Me (thinking but not saying "there's no way in hell that was ten minutes"): Hello.
Them (waiting with excitement and anticipation): Do you have a word yet?
Me (not having a word yet): No.
Them (not impressed by me not having a word for them): silencio
Me (not impressed by them just standing there unimpressed by me): But I do have a definition for one.
Them (slightly less unimpressed): What is it?
Me (hungry): The inability to think when under pressure.
Them (thinking quickly): How about unthinkissure? (sp?)
Me (thinking that with more time I could come up with something better but not wanting to actually take the time to come up with something better): Sure.

So there you have it, my contribution to spring break and the English language.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

One each, muchacho!