So Daniel Tosh is coming to town, which reminds me of a story. He is one of my favorite comedians, and one time I went to see him, and happened to chat a little with him in the bar after his performance. I laughed at something and he goes, "you have a shrill voice". So then I told him this story:
I went to Cancun with my mom and Keri and Marc and Dawn Aasen and Auntie Betsy and they all decided that they wanted to take a day trip out to Cozumel, but I had already been there plus I didn't feel like WAKING UP and we were at an all inclusive so they all went and I decided to stay behind. I went down by the pool and got a chair and started reading/napping/drinking/napping/reading. It was nice. I was kind of facing the ocean but on a several-tiered area near a pool. Then Jorge, the studly gorgeous events coordinator stops by to chat me up and I start talking to him, trying to practice my Spanish but giving up and reverting to English *like I do* and we chatted for a little while about mundane things. Where are you from?
What do you do?
etc. etc. etc.
And once in a while, while I'm talking I hear the faint sound of a woman yelling, but it's no more than a mosquitos volume, what with the loud crashing waves so nearby. And so I ignore it and keep talking. And a little later the mosquito becomes a little louder and I hear "shut up!" , but keep talking (of course). And soon enough I hear "BE QUIET!", but this person is SO not talking to me and so of course I never stop talking. Mind you I was not yelling or anything. Just *maybe* talking into waves, to a guy sitting maybe 6 feet from me...talking about the mortgage business for crying out loud. And then suddenly, out of the blue:
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOUR VOICE. IS LIKE A DRILL. TO MY HEAD!!!"
At this point it became clear that the woman was talking to me. I started crying and Jorge was at a loss for what to do and so he just walked away.