Thursday, September 23, 2010

Like minds don't always think the same

Recently at work, my husband Scott, went to the Gunny (Gunnery Sergeant) for some help.

“I need some scratch paper.”

“Follow me.”

The Gunny led Scott to a janitorial closet, opened the door, got something and handed Scott a scrubbing pad.

“What’s this?”

“A scratch pad.”

“I need a small pad of paper to write notes on. You know, a ‘scratch pad’.”

“Oh. Where I’m from in South Carolina, this is a scratch pad.”

“Never mind.”


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Have a wonderful day.

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