Here is an exact transcript of the conversation I overheard between a mom and her
mega-hot daughter.
Daughter: Um, so, like these pants are a zero. Ashely got a double zero, and like, I can't fit into a double zero. So I didn't get any.
Mom: Well, if they don't fit, then don't worry about it. You wear a zero?
Daughter: Um, yeah, but like the zeros I got are now too baggy. I hafta return them because Ashely got a double zero, and I need to get a double zero, too. I can't wear a zero. I mean, like, these are a zero, but like I can wear a double zero.
Mom: Oh, okay.
Daughter: I totally can.
It was a stimulation conversation, and I had a huge boner the whole time because I was just so interested in what pant size she can and can't wear, and whether or not there is a huge difference between a zero and double zero. It's still the same number. I think it's the difference between the number a ref wears on the back of his jersey, and the number a goalkeeper wears.
I kind of wanted to punch her in her frosted-pink-lip-glossed mouth. But I didn't.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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