While reading ex-Google employee’s story I detoured to Dead Programmers which lead to a dessert tale. Delicious story,
“Ladies,” I say sweetly, “We have some excellent desserts tonight.”
“Oh, nothing for me,” Bubbly Blonde replies.
“No dessert,” Severe Brunette says, holding up her hand.
“Me neither,” Lawyer Babe says firmly.
The fourth woman, a Soccer Mom type, looks at her companions and sighs. She wants dessert.
“If no one’s having anything I guess I’ll take a pass,” she says.
I see the longing for chocolate in Soccer Mom’s eyes.
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“Can I get you ladies anything else?” I say, returning to their table.
“That tiramisu looked really good,” Soccer Mom says.
“It is good,” I reply. “Goes really well with cappuccino.”
Lawyer Babe fixes me with a hard stare. “You’re the devil. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Every woman I’ve ever known Madam,” I reply.
Fun. But be careful. Word gluttony consumed me. I spent the better part of the weekend reading his site. The only thing that stopped me was finishing every available post. The quip above is by no means anything near the best.
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