In honor of the Kludge Spot.
It was my first semester of Jr. College. My buddy Jon The Green Beret and I were taking English 1A together. Our teacher was a guy named Ralph Farve and he looked exactly like James Earl Jones except that he had an inexplicbly high voice. But that’s not really part of the story. There was a native american girl in our class and she had taken a bit of a shine to Jon. She would try to corner him after class and talk his ear off about various things he did not really care to discuss. But he was a polite fellow and always treated her kindly, which of course only encouraged our friendly squaw. I can’t remember ever actually talking to her myself except for once.
Jon and I were walking across campus one day when she approached us from the lawn in front of the book store.
“Hi guys!”, she called out walking toward us.
Without thinking I replied, “How………………..dy! Howdy, hi, how are you? Uh, eh…hi.”
I could feel the back of my neck getting hot and I’m sure I must have turned a bright crimson. Suddenly wished that I was in the safety of the Happy Hunting Ground. She gave me a kind of sideways, “You are an idiot aren’t you” look and I decided it was best I keep my mouth shut as she and Jon had a conversation. As soon as we parted ways Jon and I about passed out laughing at the gaff. Not my finest moment.