When it gets slow at work, and it does, I usually sit down and drink a raspberry mocha, or a wet cappucino with a half-shot of vanilla. Sometimes with the boss, sometimes alone. I daze off about work for a few.
At home, I often fantasize about fantasizing during those dazy moments at work, usually a "What If?" scenario. Latest installment: What if . . . I worked with two Italian brothers!
TONY: (slices a long tube of salami on an industrial slicer) Mario -- My Girlfriend, she's a driving me crazy!
MARIO: (with a pair of tongs, he pulls a dill pickle out of a jar filled with pickles) She's a woman!
TONY: (Wraps meat up in wax paper) Mario -- my wife, she's a driving me crazy!
MARIO: (With a long knife, he cuts the dill pickle down the centre) Tony, you go around with all sorts of women, it's her right!
TONY: (pulls a capicolli ham out of the cooler) But Wife doesn't understand me . . she expects me to accompany her on grocery trips! This new girl, let me tell you. . .
MARIO: (slicing tomato) Will you still see her when the baby arrives?!
dude, which deli you at? Sam's?
Posted by: big bad ben at November 2, 2005 11:56 PMYes, enquiring minds want to know. (I think you actually told me, but I forgot.)
Did you get the email I sent from my phone last night?
Posted by: Tweek at November 6, 2005 9:31 PM