At first, I was too stunned to speak.
And then I almost said, “I’m touched.”
But that seemed inappropriate.
I tried out in my mind, “I’m flattered.” But that also seemed weird for a work exchange.
So instead, I just said: “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Continue reading The More Things Change, The More They Stay the Same. Or… Part Two. →
“So, when it snows we don’t come to work, right?”
Stan gave me a quizzical look. “No,” he said slowly. “We still come to work.”
“Oh,” I said and offered a strangled, fake laugh. “I know. I was just joking.”
Fuck! What was I thinking?! How could I ask such a stupid question?! This was New York City! Of course people went to work when it snowed. It wasn’t like Los Angeles where a light sprinkling of rain would shut down the city and you would break your dinner plans. Continue reading Beware of the Wordsmith. Part Four. →