Unlikely relic from my past
Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 11:40 pm
My parents are selling the house I was raised in so I had to go into their attic and bring down 30+ years of boxed memories which I planned to ...fuck, why do any of us save all this crap? So I was digging through boxes of my exes and while I still haven't found those questionable pictures (damnit), I did come across this artifact from my past that somehow defied the laws of time and motion.
About 6 years ago I was living with my cousin and we had a house party. Things were grinding to a halt around 3:30 AM when these random chicks just showed up. By that time I was quite high and drunk enough to the point where I really didn't give a shit about anything. So I was sitting in the backyard smoking by one of the randoms and the following exchange took place.
Me: So do you have a job?
Her: Yeah, why?
Me: Just asking. Can I get your number?
Her: Sure.
Me: OK, I'll be right back.
I went in to get a pen and paper for her to write her number down, but before I could find that I noticed the Etch-a-sketch on the floor and since I was in "eh, fuck it" mode I returned to the backyard and handed her that to give me her number on.
To my amazement not only did she pull it off without hesitation but her phone number is still on that Etch-a-sketch 6 years later after being moved many times.

It's really no mystery how she had no problem pulling this off since I later found out she's a tweaker and they feverishly welcome these type challenges, but how the Etch-a-sketch defied it's own mechanics for years is simply stunning.
About 6 years ago I was living with my cousin and we had a house party. Things were grinding to a halt around 3:30 AM when these random chicks just showed up. By that time I was quite high and drunk enough to the point where I really didn't give a shit about anything. So I was sitting in the backyard smoking by one of the randoms and the following exchange took place.
Me: So do you have a job?
Her: Yeah, why?
Me: Just asking. Can I get your number?
Her: Sure.
Me: OK, I'll be right back.
I went in to get a pen and paper for her to write her number down, but before I could find that I noticed the Etch-a-sketch on the floor and since I was in "eh, fuck it" mode I returned to the backyard and handed her that to give me her number on.
To my amazement not only did she pull it off without hesitation but her phone number is still on that Etch-a-sketch 6 years later after being moved many times.

It's really no mystery how she had no problem pulling this off since I later found out she's a tweaker and they feverishly welcome these type challenges, but how the Etch-a-sketch defied it's own mechanics for years is simply stunning.