Saturday, March 21, 2009

A free t-shirt. I can die now.

I took my dad to an NBA game last night. I didn't take Mom because she hates the squickety-squeak-squeak-SQUIIIIIIIIIICK noises the players' sneakers make on the court. My mom cracks me up. She has the strangest pet peeves. If you don't believe me see my post on the Top Ten Things that Creep Her Out. In addition, she hates those Charles Schwab commercials with the freakishly realistic cartoon people. She can't stand "Old Lady Perfume." And she is deathly afeared of spiders. That last one is really weird, I know. Oh, also wreaths on car grills at Christmas time really annoy her. Aaaaaaand she thinks Beyonce is "just a big ol' nuthin'" (she likes to point this out every single time she sees her on TV. Without fail.) My mom is so awesome.

So Dad and I went on a father-daughter outing to the Thunder/Jazz game. It was fantastic because my boss gave us his tickets to use, so we were on like the 7th row. By the way, do you guys know how tall NBA players are? They're really tall. And the court looks surprisingly small up close. But maybe that's just cuz of the tall players dwarfing everything else.

During timeouts the obligatory launching of free t-shirts via compressed air-gun would begin and people would start frantically waving their arms to catch the attention of the Powers That Be... Givin' Out T-Shirts. Which brings me to my point. Why. On earth. Do people freak out so much over a dang t-shirt? Seemingly normal adults turn into crazed maniacs, tackling small children and senior citizens in order to get their chance.


What. Is the big frikkin' deal? They're always like quintuple XL anyway. I mean, I suppose you could stuff a blanket into one and use it as a duvet cover on your guest bed. Or perhaps reupholster a couch. I dunno. I just DON'T get it. Maybe it's just me.

9 comments:

Lidian said...

Heather - Because it is FREE stuff! Everybody loves free stuff, no matter what it is. Maybe not Kleenex, though. Maybe.

I agree with your mom about the skreeky sneaker sound, that would be freaking me out too (I express this by grumbling and re-acquiring my NY accent). And I never heard of Christmas wreaths on car grills! I am OK with that though. It is weird sounds that bother me.

did you get a FREE T shirt? Did you? I really want to know!

Shawn said...

wtf, I hate all the same thing your mom hates! I don't know if that's just a function of me hating almost everything, or if it's like some kind of weird, cosmic connection.

I'm going with cosmic connection!

Heather Cherry said...

Liddy: Wreaths on grills are a fairly common sight in Oklahoma. I really don't know why. It's odd. And tacky. And nope, I didn't get a t-shirt. The guys throwing them out would be pointing over at our section like all, "You want this?!" and I was all, "Nah, I'm good." Whenever I get a free t-shirt I give it to someone else anyway.

Shark: Hm. Maybe my mom's not so goofy after all...? Eh, no, she's pretty goofy, I gotta say. So you know what that says about you, brother!

obladi oblada said...

I love the description of the basketball court versus sneakers sound. That is exactly what it sounds like! I remember the post about your mom's pet peeves, and it cracked me up, because I AGREE WITH HER!!! That is all some seriously creepy stuff...only I have to add modern day William Shattner doing the Price Line commercials...they bother me.

Heather Cherry said...

LOL, thanks! I agree with Mom on some of her peeves, too, actually. The peopletoons (stole that term from The Humor Smith - I would link to his blog here but I don't know how to do that within the comments section...?), old lady fog (usually some sort of Avon) and grill-wreaths. Yes, those are all terrible. Just terrible.

P.S. That cute rescue doxie commercial was just on again. I freakin' love it. :o)

Nevan said...

Personally, I love free things. I will hoop and hollar to get a free dirty sock.

Heather Cherry said...

Nev! Welcome to my humble and ridiculous blerg.

I see you're back to blogging again, too. 3 cheers!

Hip-hip, hooray!

Hip-hip, hooray!

Hip-hip-

Eh... that's enough of that.

Julia D said...

OMG your swedish lolrus made me shoot diet coke out my nose.

What is your email?

<3,
JuliaD
http://www.homemadehilarity.blogspot.com

Heather Cherry said...

J/D: Thanks, that's exactly the response I was going for! I'll shoot you an email later...