weekend funnies

i went out to dinner with a group of friends after our religious convention this past weekend.

one girl in our group was complaining about having to park out in the furthest, gravel-paved lot, or "out in frickin' egypt," as she described it.

having been involved in shuttle pickup and dropoff during previous conventions, i was well aware of the lot that she was referring to.

i interjected during her rant, "it's called 'lot eight.'"

another girl from our group piped up with a question to the former, "did you come on time?"

"of course, i did!" she replied excitedly.

"that's just it!" responded girl #2. "I discovered a secret this weekend... if you come in late, you get to park in the empty spaces that they hold up front."

"that's true," i jokingly replied. "in fact, the parking attendants have a phrase, 'if they come in later, they're not a lot eighter.'"

girl #1 look at me doubtfully, "do they really, or did you just make that up?"

i conceded my guiltiness with a smile and a nod.

"you are so lame." she replied and then began to laugh.

i think i'm in love.