“i don’t get addicted to things when i lose,” he said.
“i do,” i said. “they’re called men.”

at this point we just looked at each other and died laughing.

another co-worker just walked by tapping his watch.

“aren’t you on vacation tomorrow?”
“yeah.”
“what are you still doing here?”
“i have to finish editing the thing,” i said.
“still?”
“first i had to edit the book and now i have to edit the thing. . . unless you want to edit the thing for me.”
“no, now i run away real fast.”