— What do you do?, she asks.
— I fly around, courtesy of a multi-national corporation, enjoying posh hotels, quality food and great wine. I do nothing, in fact, not because I'm smart enough but because I've been shown how to forward emails.
She looks puzzled.
— Nuh, I'm just pulling your leg. I work 14 hours shifts, starting with Red Bull sans vodka at 7 and returning totally destroyed late in the evenings. You know, like, kaput! And then I answer emails till 2 a.m., but hey, that's just a hobby.
She looks even more puzzled.
No, this ain't the way. I should have known better.
1 comment:
Like 'kaput', you know...
Let me guess...both scenarios are correct?
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