After last Friday’s lunch and as we rounded the back parking lot to work, I whined that I missed walking around for five to ten minutes:
“We could escort you.”
~Vinnie
“Alight! One on each arm and one behind me!”
~Moi
After Mike parked his car, Hoan and I got out ahead of Vinnie and Mike:
“I couldn’t just sit there after eating. I needed to walk off my meal!”
~Moi
“I think it about the right time to go back to work.”
~Hoan
I saw over my shoulders Vinnie speaking with Mike. I “picked up” something but won’t tell here.
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So there you have it folks
“short of doing something illegal or immoral”:
It is a price to pay for being misunderstood as a stout version of a broad-faced, bubble-headed “blond” with a sexual appetite of a fire sign. I guess the guys can figure out who is marriage material from someone who is NOT meant to be a housewife. Guess which role I play.
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