The urologist is retiring and suing his employer for age discrimination. Also, he’s looking for someone to reupholster a teak sofa.
Henry visited my office today. He’s just back from back-to-back-to-back, etc., trips, some for business and some personal. He and Julia attended a family wedding in Maine, and now he wants to retire to a quaint village they found. Julia, however, refuses to live in a town where they shut the water off for the winter.
Upon arriving home I found two cans of wasp spray by my back door. Shortly after, my brother called to see if I had seen them. I told him I had and asked if I had a wasp problem. He didn’t know; the spray was on sale.
After a particularly annoying meeting at work, I sent a text to Blaine asking his secret for maintaining his cool at all times. He replied, “Decades of practice and occasionally Maker’s Mark.”
Can you use the wasp spray to barter for something you actually want/need? For some reason that whole thing is making me laugh.
ReplyDeleteGee whiz, maybe you'll get less urology mail now? (Okay, that one was a stretch, but it made me snort so I'm going with it.)