Wednesday, February 13, 2008

One p.m.

The same associate comes into my office and talks about a case for awhile. Then:

Ass.: Have you eaten?
Me:, but I usually eat late.
Ass.: Come on, let's get lunch. It's on me. We'll go to that place....[starts pointing in meaningless directions, because I have an interior office where one loses all sense of direction]...on the corner.
Me: Cosi?
Ass.: No! The other corner. [Excitedly] They have bourgeois food!
Me: You really like that word.
Ass.: But they do!


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