Mr. Bassman
Last night for the Pedro the Lion show, I found it amazingly easy to convince this one guy that the Bass Ale he just purchased is really pronounced "base". The idea came from this one record store where the clerks would call every record with "bass" in the title by the alternate pronunciation. But then, these people were "really cool" and it was "really cool to work there." Was I cool enough to pull this off? After telling him I shrug my shoulders in the this-kind-of-thing-happens-all-the-time kind of way. I hold eye-contact for a while and he looks at the floor.
Mission accomplished.
"What'd he just say," his girlfriend asks.
"All these years I've been saying it wrong! I'm such an idiot!"
Kevin and I looked at each other, both of us visibly choking back the giggles. I really liked the idea of him going to another bar and ordering a nice, cold Base.
3 Comments:
You bastard! My girlfriend left me because of you, but not before she made it quite clear that I was a gullible, spineless sycophant and that these very qualities had enabled her affairs with other men, women, and bartenders for years! And she poured most of my BASS down the front of my shirt in the process! Thank you BASSHOLE!
It is when you do things like this that I am reminded exactly why I think you are so cool. Bass, indeed.
wow, that story proved you are "really cool" as well, oh and thanks for the "really good time" earlier.
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