this morning #1371.

this morning, my new cubical mate paused his typing & spun around in his chair. from there, he did his best to get me to reveal my st patty’s day plans. “c’mon, man. c’mon. your secret’s safe with me. what’re you gettin’ into? going to DA CLURB?” he looked me up & down. “nah. nah. you ain’t one of them clubster party types. you’re a fine glass of wine & a movie kind of guy, ain’t you? you & your lady. maybe your dude? it’s all cool either way. the two of you snuggled up on the couch with your wine. a foreign flick. some sexy scented candles.” he leaned in & spoke low. “y’know, what? you share your plans. i’ll share mine. trust me, you’ll freak when i tell you mine.” i sincerely doubted that that’d be the case.