You know, sometimes it’s the quality, not the quantity, that matters.
Today at lunch, I was feeling pretty quiet. I ate with some friends at work, but mostly just listened to the conversations they were having. In fact, I only chimed in with three comments the entire time. And these were they:
‘It looks like some sort of modified Cabbage Patch.‘
‘Well, by all means, whatever that is, yes, please get up and do it on the table.‘
‘I think anything with ‘shuttlecock’ in it qualifies as poetry, right?‘
Yes, folks, that’s why I make the big bucks, and why the chicks all dig me.
I’m never getting asked back to lunch again, am I? Damn.Permalink | No Comments