Sunday, April 05, 2009

I had a late lunch with Uja and my mother today.
Uja was talking about how much it pisses him off when he goes to a store, and they ask for his phone number at the cash.

This is how he deals with it:

Sales girl: "Can I have your phone number?"

Uja: "Doan yu tink I'm too old fo yu?"

Sales girl: *shocked look*

I love my Uja.