She: “So how was the harvest?”
Me: “I think that if he put his mind to it, Greenspan could do stand up.”
She: “Why? Did he smile?”
Me: “No, but in his opening remarks he said, ‘There was too much joviality when I walked in here. This is the central bank — we’re not supposed to smile. Cardiologists are not supposed to find anything.’ ”
She: “Suspicious. Was there polite titter?”
Me: “There was outright guffawing. He had people under his spell. They weren’t aware of their danger.”
She: “Really? Guffawing?”
Me: “Yeah, and afterwards he was whisked away by a mean looking guy with wires hanging from his ear and a gun hanging from his hip.”
She: “Awww, one of the acolytes.”
Me: “I don’t think so…he didn’t look steeped in the lore.”
She: “C’mon. Not only does he have an advanced degree in econometrics, he’s a hell of a shot. So. How many were lost?”
Me: “I’m not sure. It was hard to get a headcount during the standing ovation. Let’s just say he moved pretty fast to his next ‘meeting’.”
She: “Spry for seventy-eight.”
Me: “A little too spry, if you know what I mean.”
She: “Hmmm, yes. Glad I stayed away.”
