Tuesday, December 2, 2008

I'm lost.

A young man walks into a shabby gas station and goes up to the counter looking a little sheepishly at the Counter Man who is wearing a too small shirt under a too small brown leather vest.

Young Man: Could you tell me how to get to the Pemberly Hall? I seem to have missed it...

Counter Man: Uhyupmer..Icnotat. Dowrn tird mrst steart, en..

Young Man: Excuse me?

Counter Man: Kerd. Dowrn tird mrst steart, en an tat righter dare en thener, fist oo, um, er...dorwn oo mlies er, an, ur dare.

Young Man: Uhhh thanks...

Young man walks out of the gas stasion looking back over his shoulder a couple times.

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