Sunday, January 10, 2010
Bug Eyed Footballer
Conversation at the kitchen table:
Me: (looking at my work schedule) I'm working with D--- tonight, ugh.
Cute Hubby's friend: What's wrong with that?
Me: He's a football player. He's the only person that I work with who doesn't get my sense of humor. Every one else laughs at my jokes, because of course, they're funny. But D--- just looks at me all bug eyed.
CH's friend: How about if I go in and ask him if anyone ever told him he was bug eyed? Would that help?
Me: No! Don't do that!
CH's friend: Why not? What's he going to do, tackle me?
Cute Hubby: Hey, you don't know that he won't. Maybe he's one of those guys who's only response to a situation he can't handle is to tackle.
Me: Just don't do it.