I’m ’bout ta SMACK a bitch up in nyah
I remember we had this writing exercise once in third or fourth grade. The teacher handed out the instructions which went something like this:
1. Read all of the instructions from beginning to end first before doing anything.
2. Write your name at top right.
3. Circle your name.
4. Draw a star over these instructions.
Blah, blah, blah…Then the last instruction was.
12. Do not follow any of the previous instructions except number 1. Leave this page blank.
It was an interesting exercise in reading through things thoroughly before taking action. A problem I see others regularly encounter at work.
One of the cutest exchanges that occurred while in NYC which I forgot to mention was at a restaurant. Mr. Alterhausen had ordered matzo ball soup and a Bud Lite, and a lovely Jewish woman came over to our table and said in that adorable New York accent, "You couldn’t be Jewish, could you?" We had a great laugh at his un-kosher combination, and she went on to say, "I’ll have to remember that. As a chaser." Then her little old mother joined her as they made their way out and said, "I’m the other half of the comedy team."
How can you not love that?
I’m trying as yet to schedule a happy hour with my friend Rosa, who I haven’t seen in some seven years. I actually befriended her through another friend while in high school, and it turned out Rosa had moved to the SF/Bay Area the same time I did. We surprisingly haven’t hung out all that much, though, but I still consider her one of my oldest friends. Hopefully she can get her butt over from Oakland to the City and get in some good drink time.
