Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Metal shop? Oh, Miss Nalca's Interpretive Dance, Two Semesters. I Was Usually in the Back Because of My Weak Ankles

Today I drove to a birthday party for a friend (the bus doesn't go there and it's too far to walk). While sitting at a red traffic light the car next to me honked their horn and I was startled to see the man driving the car had his window down, was leaning out, and was trying to tell me something. I hesitated, unsure what to do in such a situation. He was young looking, tan, with sunglasses on and he didn't seem angry, so I rolled down my passenger window.
"Is your name K La?" He asked. I was stunned.
"K la Maidenname?" He said. I was slightly nervous at this point.
"Don't you recognize me? It's me!" He said his name and then, in fact, I did recognize him. More from his voice than his looks. He was a boy I went to High school with, we lived a few blocks away form each other. How weird that we run into each other sitting in traffic in Sunland. Crazy.


  1. Don't you just love it when stuff like that happens?

  2. What a small world!

  3. I love your title for this one.

  4. I do too, and now it's killing me since I have no idea where it's from.

    Who did you run into? Do I know him?

  5. It's Emperor's New Groove!

    Kronk: Hey, don't I know you?
    Pacha: I... I don't think so.
    Kronk: Wrestled you in high school.
    Pacha: I don't remember that, no.
    Kronk: Metal shop? Oh, I know, Miss Nalca's interpretive dance, two semesters. I was usually in the back because of my weak ankles. C'mon, you gotta help me out here.


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