I may have mentioned him before but one of my coworkers is a guy who says things like "If you ain't sweatin', you ain't workin'!" and for whom the mere sight of me, in my sweaters and with my conspicuous bookishness, must raise hackles.
Yesterday, Ol' Dude sidles into my cube and thrusts a J Geils Live! cd in my bewildered mug.
"You want a copy of this? [Redacted] is burning copies."
Me, thoughtfully: "Um, no, I don't think so. No. Thanks, though."
Through a cynical squint: "It's only the best live album of the seventies!"
Then he sauntered off, harumphingly.
I should have shouted after him "DO YOU WANT THESE SMITHS DEMOS? VERY RARE! PROBABLY TURNED LOOSE BY MIKE JOYCE!?" but it was too late.
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