Ping Pong Ding Dong!
July 1, 2009I finally got to the infamous ping pong scene which you wrote about oh so long ago. At first I was like “Bo-ring. There’s about as much sexual chemistry here as there is between Paul Lynde and Mary LaRoche in Bye, Bye Birdie” (i.e. not a lot). Then came the double entendres and the passionate hand kiss…and well, I was sent. (Hand kisses really ring my bell…ding-a-ling-ling!).
Other than that my only reactions were discomfort at the Captain’s dinner table when everyone was aghast that Freytag doesn’t eat pork. Not exactly a picture of tolerance, these ocean-travellers.
On a slightly related note here is a picture of tolerance:
The Bench Says It All
It’s from Flickr, taken by glsims99.
Until next time,
Jon
