I think it’s funny when someone starts to tell you a story, but gets sidetracked with details that have nothing to do with their story, and end up confusing themselves and everyone listening:
“I gotta tell you about my night out last night. I got in from work around 6 or so.
The traffic was just crazy. Things were just all backed up on the Queensway, and one guy next to me was playing “Fight for your right to party” super loud. The Beastie Boys song. It was actually a pretty funny song to hear, considering the circumstances we were in.
I heard the traffic guy on the radio, saying things would be backed up for an hour or more. I thought, an hour. Jesus. What would I make for dinner? I hadn’t got anything in the fridge and had no idea what I would end up doing. Fish maybe – I know it’s good for you, and I should really eat more of it. I’m eating too much red meat right now. I just can’t help it. I loooovee burgers. And steak. And well, anything red meat.
But I’d go for fish. I really like that fish that looks and tastes like trout. Something…far…har. From the arctic. Bar.
No, no. Arctic char. That’s it. Mind you I didn’t get it. I went with Tilapia. Good fish too, and bit cheaper. Thought I’d save my money.
It was packed at the supermarket too. I got what I needed – fish, whole wheat couscous and some salad.
I finally got home around 6 or so. It was nuts. How was your night?”
“I thought you said you went out last night?”.
“Oh yeah…ooops I totally forgot. Yeah let me tell you…..