"It's not like that," I told him.
"But it will make a good picture," he said, with his goofy grin. "People will like it."
In the end, I relented, and I regretted it. I made him some cookies and said thanks.
It's not like that.
In fact, you are probably more woo woo than we are.
I was somewhere in public a while back, and I always carry a book for waiting in lines and so forth. The one I had then was an astrology textbook. A man I know casually, with whom I may have had two or three 5-minute conversations, but see in passing all the time, happened by. He asked what I was reading and I showed him. His eyes were mockingly round, he waved his fingers in the air, and he said, "wooooo."
*facepalm* It's not like that.
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