Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I told him I couldn't speak to him right now. After all, I was in searing pain and my eye was swollen all the way up to the ceiling.
He (Him?): What do you mean you can't talk about this now?
Me: That's kind of presumptuous of you to ask me why I can't talk right now. (Lucky for me I can keep my wits about me and use really big words in the most stressful of emergency situations).
He (Him?) Presumptuous? (Said with a whiff of scorn and a soupcon of disdain)
Me: Do you even know what presumptuous means?
He (Him?): No.
Me: (My brow furrowing, trying to come up with the worst insult I can think of - and I really, really zinged him, if I do say so myself): If you don't know what presumptuous means, you, you...you shouldn't be working for New Jersey Energy Choice!
I really told He (Him?), didn't I?
Posted by Joan Oliver Emmer at 6:33 AM