lucky numbers

I was on the bus the other day and overheard a guy talking to a girl next to him.  For the record, he wasn’t mentally challenged, he was just a regular undergrad at UCI (so maybe he was).  The conversation went like this:

Guy: “Red was my favorite color from age 8 to 16.”

Girl: “Oh, OK.”

Guy: “Then blue was my favorite color for a few years…”

Girl: “Oh really?”

Guy: “Yeah, but now I think orange is my favorite color.”

It was quite possibly the dumbest conversation I had ever heard.  But it continued.

Guy: “Three is my favorite.  It’s my lucky number.  I like it because it was Dale Earnhardt’s number.”

But dude, it wasn’t very lucky for him now, was it???

As I got off the bus, I had to say something.  So I leaned over and asked the girl, “What’s your favorite day of the year?”  She said, “Probably my birthday.”  And then, in the same retarded Asian accent as the dude, I said, “My favorite day is September 11, because I love airplanes.”