Ace of Base was compared greatly to ABBA in the 1990’s when they came on the scene, probably because, like ABBA, they were a Swedish dance group with two dudes and two chicks. Musically, however, I have always thought Ace of Base beared a greater resemblence to UB40. A gayer, more Swedish UB40.
Monthly Archive for October, 2006
I don’t know why it is, exactly, but the grumbling old grouch in me just loves seeing grumbling old grouchy stuff. We’ve been wanting to head up to Colonial Williamsburg for awhile now. Kim and I really like coming here, even though the last time we were here we got some really dirty looks from the old fart tourists. We’re probably being denied service by some racist piece of crap as you read this and I will probably be lynched for being a race-traitor before this weekend is over. At any rate, we’re taking the weekend off to hang out and look at foilage and go on the Ghost Tour (it is Halloween after all). Rum and Erwin should be up as well (we’re renting a two-bedroom cottage) and pictures of our shennanigans will follow.
A real conversation I had earlier this evening:
Walgreens Employee: Hey, buy one get one free! They’re awesome!!
Kim: No, thank you.
Walgreens Employee: They have more peanuts!
Justin: Oh, uh. X-Treme with no ‘E’, huh?
Walgreens Employee: [uncomfortable laugh] Yeah, like everything else these days; spelled wrong. What are we teaching our kids, right?
Justin: Yeah. I’m surprised they don’t have more X’s. Anyway, have a nice night.
Walgreens Employee: Wait are you guys college students?
Kim: Not anymore.
Justin: Nope.
Walgreens Employee: Oh I thought maybe you guys were English majors.
Justin: Nah, we’re just jerks.
Walgreens Employee: Oh, ok.
Kim: Have a nice night!
Apparently, questioning the spelling on a candy wrapper is the stuff of academia these days.
Another interesting moment occurred this morning when I stopped for a cup of coffee at Dunkin Donuts and a lady ahead of me in line ordered a medium coffee and a donut. The Dunkin D employee at the counter politely asked “Would you like to add a second donut to make it a meal?” Yeah, you heard me. He said “meal.” I’m sorry. Don’t let me stop you from eating your morning donut– eat a whole dozen– but call it a “combo.” That’s no meal.