She: "You are giddy. Look at her, she's giddy!" She B: "She is. She's turning red. I don't think I've ever seen her turn red before." Me: "No, no, no, no, no, no...I am NOT giddy! And I AM NOT turning red!" She: "Oh, hon! Enjoy it. I don't remember the last time I was
She: "Have I mentioned how much I despise you?" Passer-By: "..." Me: "Why do you think I'm rubbing salt in the wounds?" Passer-By: "..." She (to Passer-By): "Do you mind? I'm talking to my best friend here!" Me (to Passer-By): "Yeah! Mind your own business." She: "Some people just can't feel the love."
She: "He was that boring, huh?" Me: "Yes, I had to make stuff up just to keep interested." She: "Like what?" Me: "I told him the story of how my career as a concert pianist came to a tragic end after a horrible horseriding accident." She: "He fell for that?" Me: "I'm not sure, it's
Me: "You should try to build some alliances. It'll make things easier." She: "I've never been one to curry favor. I've curried vegetables, but never curried favor." Me: "I understand. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth."
She: "She's a fine little Widget." Me: "How can you tell?" She: "She's instantly forgetable, doesn't ruffle any feathers and gives off a bland vibe. Plus she's square-shaped." Me: "So she can fit into those square holes? Doesn't she realize it's an oblong world?" She: "That's the tragedy of a Widget. They're manufactured and unable
Our hero, caught deep within the clenched bowels of bureaucracy, desperately sought to make it through the endless conference call. Files were shuffled, meaningful dialog was attempted, and there was a glimmer of hope that the meeting would end. She could almost revel in the prospect of a schedule-free afternoon. The end of the agenda
She: "Lots and lots of eye candy there." Me: "And, yum, candy tastes good." She: "Yours tasted good. Mine was sitting on the back shelf getting old and stale." Me: "No way! I saw you trying that candy." She: "Sure, I peeked under the wrapper. Stale, stale candy."
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