joe comes over to my desk and this conversation ensues:
“i’m going to say one of those things that make you hate me.”
“ok,” i said.
“can i have one of those routing slips because it’s just so confusing to do it electronically,” he said.
as i dig out the slip and open my mouth to berate him mercilessly, he slides in with:
“oh yeah, and i bought that new westerberg cd.”
at which point i had to wax poetic for the next ten minutes and totally forgot to tell him what a pain he was and what not. i fell for the ol’ bait and switch. the oldest trick in the book.
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Next time, write down what you were going to bitch at him about on a Post-It. Then stick it to his chest, chin, forehead, someplace noticable. Then go on with your poetic self, and at the end, you’ll have a tangible reminder of what you were going to say. This should only be done with people you get along with, though, as it could be considered dehumanizing.
that new westerberg album is most incredible. both sides; i love it all.
oh, plus i just bought tim and pleased to meet me. mmf!