So These Three Really Fat People...
When Mrs. Dagger and I were first going together we planned on going to a minor event. It would be her first time playing in public and she was really self conscious about her body. "I'll be the fattest person there!" she kept saying. And I kept responding, "No, you won't be."
Well, she was unconvinced until we got to the hotel. Now let me describe this.
The hotel was a suite hotel and each suite had a large picture window in its sitting room facing the rotunda. In the rotunda were a couple of glass elevators, so you could sit in your room and see people in the elevators. Ok, got that?
We were getting settled into our suite and looking out the window and there were these three absolutely humongous fellow pervs, a man and two women, trying to fit into one of the elevators, without luggage, and they were barely succeeding. I mean they could have used a squad of Japanese subway stuffers to help them get into that thing. Well, after much huffing and puffing and figuring out that if they all exhaled at the same time there might be just enough room, they managed to get in and get the door closed.
And then they tried to go up.
And the elevator did not want to go up!
And you could just hear the elevator groaning, "I think I can. I think I can."
Finally it started to move and for a second it seemed as if it would go crashing down to the basement under the displacement tonnage it was trying to carry.
But it did not and made it to the second floor.
And I turned to the future Mrs. Dagger and said, "You see. I told you that you would not be the fattest person here."
And we laughed. And we laughed. And we laugh about it to this day.
When Mrs. Dagger and I were first going together we planned on going to a minor event. It would be her first time playing in public and she was really self conscious about her body. "I'll be the fattest person there!" she kept saying. And I kept responding, "No, you won't be."
Well, she was unconvinced until we got to the hotel. Now let me describe this.
The hotel was a suite hotel and each suite had a large picture window in its sitting room facing the rotunda. In the rotunda were a couple of glass elevators, so you could sit in your room and see people in the elevators. Ok, got that?
We were getting settled into our suite and looking out the window and there were these three absolutely humongous fellow pervs, a man and two women, trying to fit into one of the elevators, without luggage, and they were barely succeeding. I mean they could have used a squad of Japanese subway stuffers to help them get into that thing. Well, after much huffing and puffing and figuring out that if they all exhaled at the same time there might be just enough room, they managed to get in and get the door closed.
And then they tried to go up.
And the elevator did not want to go up!
And you could just hear the elevator groaning, "I think I can. I think I can."
Finally it started to move and for a second it seemed as if it would go crashing down to the basement under the displacement tonnage it was trying to carry.
But it did not and made it to the second floor.
And I turned to the future Mrs. Dagger and said, "You see. I told you that you would not be the fattest person here."
And we laughed. And we laughed. And we laugh about it to this day.