Eat this, Fake Wayne!

Amanda had her job interview on Wednesday, and though she hasn't heard if she got the job, she did say the interview itself went really well. It's for a Subway restaurant, and when the manager asked her what she knew about Subway, Amanda replied, "Uh, you eat fresh?" hahahaha That's m'girl! She said that at the end of the interview, she asked the manager if he'd ever seen the movie Saving Silverman. He grinned and goes, "You mean because of Subway University?" She laughed and said yes. So then they compared their favorite scenes from the movie. His favorite, if you're interested, is when Jack Black and Steve Zahn go to kidnap Amanda Peet. They split up, and Jack heads right for the kitchen, where he begins eating. He says into his walkie-talkie, "Dude, I think I see something in the back of the refrig---closet." Classic scene.

I also talked with Cara the other night. She moved into her own place and likes working as a correctional officer at a prison. Anyway, while we were talking, Tyler started crying in the background because he fell. For like the next 5 minutes, literally, all I could hear was him chanting "Broken butt...broken butt...broken butt..."

And Krista has arrived to hang out with me for the night. Before I had to go to work, we watched Days of Our Lives, and Krista imitated a reporter on the show who had mistaken one woman for someone else's wife. When he was corrected, he said, "I'm so sorry about that. Sometimes we just get it wrong. We get it wrong."
Krista: *imitating reporter, complete with invisible microphone* April, I can see the complete frustration on your face.
Me: Um, that's just gas.
Krista: I'm so sorry about that. Sometimes we just get it wrong. We get it wrong.

Then while she patiently waited for me at the library, we overheard two little old ladies talking about the front page of our local newspaper, which featured an article on methamphetamines. Old lady one is hard of hearing, therefore shouted her side of the conversation.
Old lady 1: Boy! They sure have problems with this meth!
Old lady 2: Yeah, they sure do.
Old lady 1: What the hell does it do, anyway?
Old lady 2: I don't know.
Old lady 1: Does it give ya a high?

Krista and I quickly separated to prevent a full-blown case of inappropriate giggling.

And finally, as Krista looked at a stack of books, she pointed at a book on tape. Laughing, she read the print on the bottom, "Read by author." She says, "I thought, 'Well, of course the author read it! She wrote it.' Then I realized it was a book on tape." haha Ah, you'll laugh later when you get it.