Here's a Story...
For all you "friends of Wee" who read this. For people who don't know, Wee is one of my oldest and bestest friends. We met in Uni. waaaaaay back in the sands of time; in the year 1991 C.E. I don't get to see her much, especially now that I live across the country... A crying shame really.
I don't know what made me think of this particular incident today... Oh God, there are many, many more like this... but this one time... not at band camp... at this little place we liked to frequent back in the day called Cactus Club. We were there one evening, on the raised dance floor... My recollection is as follows:
I was being hit on by some wasted loser guy when Wee piped in... as only she can do with a "She doesn't like you, get away from her". Of course, this guy was going no where, but that didn't deter Wee at all. She continued with "She doesn't like you, I don't like you... even you friends don't like you"... which appeared to be true by the way... She's so perceptive... little drunken Wee.
And yet still, this fella wouldn't budge. Frustrated that her slew of insults were leading no where, she took it upon herself to rid us of his presence a little more forcefully... Before this guy even knew what hit him... a little push from Wee, and down the stairs he went. He got the hint after that. Good Times.
Thanks Wee, you were my hero that night! Of course, it's entirely possible that a) I missed many parts of the story or b) I have it completely wrong... but hey, it's my memory.
Funny Wee stories... Anyone? Anyone?