So often I wonder how some days can just be so crazy and rediculous and others - well, ok, they all seem to be crazy and rediculous but some days I wonder if the only human contact some people get is while they are in the office. Ever think that?
Getting a Cup of Coffee
Sounds simple right? That's all I wanted to do - get a cup of coffee. I wasn't even going out to get a cup of coffee. I walked over to the office coffee machine, took a cup out of the cupboard and proceeded to fill my cup. I see a guy making decaf - let's call him...Phil. As Phil makes his decaf I hear from another person "so what IS the purpose of decaf anyway?" Beats me, I thought...the only reason I savour the taste is to know it will kick in some sort of energy boost that I left back in the 80's somewhere. And this is when it happened - a comment from the decaf guy...Phil. He says something like "I don't know why decaf - I suppose it's like using birth control when you are having sex." I think I paused for say...half a second and added, "you don't want to know how many kids if..." nevermind. I just went back to my desk with my coffee.
My Brother-in-law
So most of you know my brother in law, Chris. Funny guy, entertaining and I've even heard someone call him sex-ay (not saying who). So today as we chatted, he informed me that I should really talk to my sister about her taste in music. I thought - that girl has always been into country (blah). But Chris informed me that he found my sister downloading songs. He tells me "I was ok with country, I'll let that slide, but last night I found her downloading Nelly (the rapper, not Furtado) and Eminem. I'm scared Sherry. What if she starts cookin' nothing but fried chicken everynight and starts wearing nothing but track suits" Oh that boy slays me - I guess I'll have to have a chat with Kim and see what she thinks. I'll make sure she hasn't stocked their freezer with chicken parts ready to fry up and when we go shopping, I'll be sure to take her to non tracksuit selling stores. :D
26 September 2006
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