Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Through the Looking-Glass
I'm sitting at my desk, frowning at my laptop screen, trying to write a particularly tricky email.
K--- sticks his head round the door.
"You heard Ato Boldon is a UNC senator? They swore him in today."
I laugh. How do these ridiculous rumours get started, I ask myself.
I pick up the phone. I call A---.
"Erm--have you been looking at the TV this afternoon, heard any news?"
"You mean about Ato Boldon being appointed a UNC senator? It's the funniest thing I've heard in weeks."
"You mean it's true?"
"It was on the radio. And Roger Boynes congratulated him."
My first thought: I need to go home and go to bed.
My second thought: No, I have to sit by the phone. They might be calling to ask me to be a senator next, the rate this thing going.
(Of course is Jack set the whole thing up.)
I'm sitting at my desk, frowning at my laptop screen, trying to write a particularly tricky email.
K--- sticks his head round the door.
"You heard Ato Boldon is a UNC senator? They swore him in today."
I laugh. How do these ridiculous rumours get started, I ask myself.
I pick up the phone. I call A---.
"Erm--have you been looking at the TV this afternoon, heard any news?"
"You mean about Ato Boldon being appointed a UNC senator? It's the funniest thing I've heard in weeks."
"You mean it's true?"
"It was on the radio. And Roger Boynes congratulated him."
My first thought: I need to go home and go to bed.
My second thought: No, I have to sit by the phone. They might be calling to ask me to be a senator next, the rate this thing going.
(Of course is Jack set the whole thing up.)
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Now thats crazy, and no i dont mean you going home to bed in the middle of the day.
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