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Read My Fingers

This weekend Wonder Boy and I attended a wedding of his cousins. It was a very classy affair that ended with a reception at Marion College in Indianapolis. During the dinner part of the reception I was sitting at a table with Wonder Boy, his cousin Jack, his mom and step-dad and me. At a table just across the room were a bunch of Wonder Boy’s cousins. We all spent the better part of an hour signing back and forth between tables, but our collective knowledge of sign language involves the following words:

  • Sheep
  • Shrimp
  • Monkey
  • Chicken
  • Eat
  • Shit
  • Fuck(er)
  • Bitch
  • Asshole

As you can imagine, the phrases you can make from those words are limited and all a little on the dirty side. We were having immense fun.

All throughout the meal one of the servers kept giving us sidelong glances that indicated she knew we were up to no good. Finally she stopped at our table and just stared at us. So we asked, innocently enough, “Um, do you know sign language?”

Her response: “I’m a sign language instructor.”

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  1. That is so fucking funny..she must have thought you guys had lost your mind..LOL. I love your blog. It made me smile and I found some of the coolest links..which I definately sent around..lol.

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