Monday, January 28, 2008

Third Best Holla Ever

[An early twenties/late teens guy walks towards me on the sidewalk carrying a toddler.]

"Hey baby, how you doin? Looking for a momma. I'm looking for a momma, baby!"

I think we've found the point at which slang and normal English definitions meet and explode in a black hole of grammatical death.


This series could easily go on indefinitely. Living in DC, you just get used to being hollered at, but it's so much worse in Columbia Heights. I met someone at Mayorga coffee Saturday morning...a four block walk from my house. I was honked and/or hollered at no less than 12 times there and back. Today I was honked at three times waiting for the light to change on my block. It's beyond absurd. BEYOND.


At 9:20 AM, January 28, 2008, Blogger HomeImprovementNinja said...

Translation = "I am a hottie, but I pretend not to know it"

Cue the "My Milkshake" song.

At 9:46 AM, January 28, 2008, Blogger Heather said...

Wait, so does that mean I just got hotter when I moved to Columbia Heights? Because I kind of feel like I've aged ten years...

At 8:31 PM, January 29, 2008, Blogger christian said...

nice shoes...wanna...uh...

ok, i'll just let myself out.

At 6:34 AM, January 31, 2008, OpenID mercimonsieur said...

Um, Heather, duh - you're hot! And you have gorgeous hair. I'd holla at you, too. If only to ask what products you use. And who cuts it.


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