swb yankees

i was at the scranton-wilkes barre yankees game tonight.

there was a promotion to get tickets, a free wendy’s meal, and a hat for like 10 bucks. so of course my family was in.

the only problem was that 3 tickets were seated together. so my aunt sat a few rows closer than the rest of us, near a couple (40-50 years old) adorably dressed in their yankees gear. they had been chatting with her and us, and seemed very pleasant.

anywho, the game we were going to see was going to start late, because at the last minute, sunday’s game was moved up, to allow the paw sox to get back to rhode island before the hurricane. magical double header. right when the game we intended to see started, our new friends ran to get snacks, and asked my aunt to watch their sweatshirts and popcorn. they came back and thanked her profusely. then offered her funnel cake. my mother had already attacked my aunt with funnel cake.

a few minutes later, they offered my aunt and the rest of us some nachos. actually. all the nachos.

i can’t accurately describe how adorable the next statement was, but it was just perfectly inflected and ajf;lskjfsdf. i love how people in smaller communities are just so friendly and hospitable. but the woman says:

would you like these nachos? we didn’t touch them. but we can’t have them now. because we are drunk.

the worst best part of this conversation?

we ate the nachos. and they were good.