During the every evening event of changing clothes...this happened tonight:
CCW: How was your day? Probably pretty dead, right?
JCW: Yeah, I guess. It was kind of dead on the phones but I had work to do. I was pretty busy. And I have a headache.
CCW: Well, something happened to me today.
(I look at Ching, trying not to have those skeptical, yelling eyes. But I am focused on the zipper...the zipper on his pullover. Recently Ching bought this grey pullover from Brooks Brothers...I was there when he purchased it. I thought he would wear a t-shirt under the pullover. He doesn't and the zipper seems to be very low. Sparse chest hair is exposed and I am kind of grossed out. I remind myself that this is why I drink.)
JCW: What happened?
CCW: Well I got a massage at that Asian place next to the place where you get your nails done....
(Wait a freakin' minute...First of all...I don't get my nails done. I get pedicures every five weeks during the summer...that's it. And are you kidding me? A massage? I thought you were working from home??)
CCW: This brute of a Chinese woman came in and beat the shit out of me.
(I can't help but giggle at this.)
JCW: Didn't you tell her to lighten up?
CCW: Yeah..but she seemed to ignore it. I asked her twice.
JCW: Ching did you think about speaking Chinese to her? You know, the other language that you supposedly know? Don't you know the word for lighter?
CCW: I thought I did. I am very sore. Really sore...
(Holy Christ on Crutches, are you kidding me? Are you looking for sympathy? You just told me that you weren't really working from home. Got a massage as I was at work...really working and then, after work, shopped for stocking stuffers at Target and went to Trader Joe's for Christmas apps that I will pass off as homemade.)
Ching leaves the room, kind of limping. I so need to stop by this spa and give this woman a big tip.
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