the men in my life / exhibit:
my new electrical contractor on a project when i asked him how fast he could do something:
"i quit school because i didn’t like recess. i don’t play around."
the beloved intern at the office:
boss: "anyone in the mood for chinese?"
intern: ”ugh, no thanks. i’ve been eating so much popeye’s fried chicken lately.”
a former professor / colleague in an email asking me to be a critic at an upcoming architecture review:
"dear kathleen… [blah, blah, blah]. looking forward to seeing you, katherine."
(ed. note: my name is katherine, not kathleen. nevermind that my email address is my name.)
my sweet husband (who - despite wanting to have a baby very badly - obviously doesn’t quite yet understand what having a baby entails) announcing that one of his oldest gal pals from growing up gave birth to a baby girl today:
him: "so annie had her baby!"
me: "wonderful! boy or girl?"
him: “yeah, so i’m gonna give her a call tomorrow to congratulate her!”
me: "umm, no you aren’t. you can’t just call a new mother and expect her to have a conversation. she’s exhausted, recovering with her family and newborn… and doesn’t need to field calls from a guy friend from high school offering congratulations."
him: “so like a text then?”
me: "yeah, like a text."