23 December 2006
No Crayolas?
I lost my favorite scarf the other day, so I went to the lost & found to check.
The man at the front desk offered to call for me.
"Yes, I have a young lady here who lost her scarf."
(To me) : "What color is it?"
"Blue."
"It's blue."
"Turquoise, actually."
"What? ... Uhh... she said something like - tur-quoiss...?"
"No, turquoise."
"Turquoise?"
He hangs up and turns to me, "They have it."
Relieved, I ran to the lost & found. It was less than an hour before my flight time and I had to get to the airport!
Yeah, so long story short-- after some more questioning, they tell me they found my scarf. And pull out something that is so blatantly GREEN, I don't even know what kind of drugs they were on. Or what colors they learned in elementary school.
The man at the front desk offered to call for me.
"Yes, I have a young lady here who lost her scarf."
(To me) : "What color is it?"
"Blue."
"It's blue."
"Turquoise, actually."
"What? ... Uhh... she said something like - tur-quoiss...?"
"No, turquoise."
"Turquoise?"
He hangs up and turns to me, "They have it."
Relieved, I ran to the lost & found. It was less than an hour before my flight time and I had to get to the airport!
Yeah, so long story short-- after some more questioning, they tell me they found my scarf. And pull out something that is so blatantly GREEN, I don't even know what kind of drugs they were on. Or what colors they learned in elementary school.
