overheard

Overheard on campus

Both of these conversations were overheard while standing in line at the Flaming Eggplant, the student-run eatery on campus. I am not making any of this up.

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Male student, wiping glasses: "I got this fucking menudo all over my glasses."
Female student: "Ha. Yeah."
Male student: "It's so greasy."

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Student 1: "Here you are again, playing your cigar-box ukulele, riding up on my territory."
Student 2, playing cigar-box ukulele: "That's right, but only on Tuesdays."

Jokes told to me by the new neighbor boy today

He is 5 years old. He was trying to make Viola laugh.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Hammer.
Hammer who? (At this point I was hoping for an MC Hammer reference, but the joke took an unexpected turn)
Hammer about to hit me over the head.

Viola actually was laughing, but I think it was a tragic laughter.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Car.
Car who?
Car about to run me over.

Is he just making these up as he goes along, and, if so, does he realize how loaded they are? The last one was best:

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
House.
House who?
House about to let me jump off the roof.

I resisted telling him the knock knock joke I made up as a kid, which I thought was totally hilarious.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Kenny.
Kenny who?
Kenny Rogers.

It's not nearly as nuanced as his.

Overheard on campus

It's not fun to be back at work, but I am somewhat enjoying being back on campus. Spring makes all the students lively, and I've taken to eating at the student-run eatery The Flaming Eggplant, despite their apparent motto, "raw garlic is our only seasoning!" (luckily I fully support their secondary motto, "beets in some form on every dish!") Standing in line at The Eggplant affords me some great student interaction, as does being back in the action of main campus in my new office.