Never a serious moment.
But this morning, A.M. came into my office and pulled up a chair. He said he wanted to talk to me about something in all seriousness. My heart sank. I thought someone had filed a harassment complaint or grievance or something against me. Anyway, turns out it wasn't that. He drew his chair beside mine. The following conversation ensued. In hushed whispers, of course.
A.M.: "You know that guy on our team who sits in that corner by the wall?"
S.: "Yeah. You know, he has a name: B. Why?"
A.M.: "Do you know how quiet he is? I mean, he's been here seven months and he still doesn't talk to anyone. Anyone."
S.: "Yeah. So?"
A.M.: "Do you also know that he doesn't talk to anyone but you?"
S.: "Yeah, I know."
No real moral behind the story. Just thought it was worth a mention.
On a completely separate note, on my drive to and from work everyday. I listen to the Team 1200 radio station. I've listened to it day after day. Everyday. So on my drive back today, I was listening to it. Again. Like always. And when I say, I was listening, I mean, as in it was playing in the background while I thought about things/people more important to me or things/people that can hold my interest for longer than a minute.
So I was listening to Team 1200 and this show called 'More On Sports' came on. Which has nothing to do with anything. Except that I started convulsing. Immediately. From the all the laughing of course. I mean its a simple enough joke to get. And its not even funny. Its kinda stupid actually. But what I found funny is that I hear the phrase everyday and I just got the joke today.
And I know you don't get it.
But I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
All the way back home.
posted by S @ 4:35 PM
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