Have you ever walked out on a guy as he was taking a shower? Because I live far away and Mac doesn't, I've crashed at his apartment on a couple of occasions when the weather was bad or I was just too tired to make the trek home. Usually, both of us leave together in the morning while his roommate TimmyCakes is in the shower, because we care about going into work early more than Tim cares about personal hygiene. Mac wasn't around last night, so it was just me Wednesday morning, thanking TimmyCakes for the bed, eating his breakfast, and then sneaking out once he stepped into the shower.
Moi: I feel bad I'm just going to be leaving and I won't be calling.
TimmyCakes: It's OK. It happens a lot.
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Earlier this week was our division holiday party (or choliday party, thanks to our pre-dominantly Jewish and heathen demographics). We all had a lovely time chatting and cooing over babies. No one spilled. No one behaved inappropriately. And no one made out with me by the coat racks. Needless to say- all very disappointing. What's worse, I'm afraid some spouses have incorrect impressions of me.
Whitecastle (introduces us all to wife by name, we all shake hands with her): They are the research assistants. They are all great, except for one (points at me).
Moi: Hey, what?
Whitecastle: That's Peace and Joy.
Wife: Ah. (nods knowingly while I look confused by her understanding look)
Whitecastle: (to me) You don't know what that means, but we do.
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So one of the other doctors I sometimes work with, other than Whitecastle and Query, is World's Nicest Doctor. He's not the funniest and he's not nice enough to actually knit you sweaters, but he does gives you the impression that he's very genial and he can make you smile. Not too bad traits to have. He also has a fondness for salami and crackers, something I discovered (and he discovered of me) when the both of us kept bumping into each other in the kitchenette area. It was a coincidence the first time. Funny the second time. Weird the third time. And just uncomfortable after that. But whoever brought in that tray of cheese, crackers, and salami- may you and your offsprings be blessed for generations to come. Anyway, World's Nicest Doctor is trying to outdo my email sign off. As you imagine, it's very difficult to outdo such a good thing, but he's trying. Which makes me want to help me/beat him to it before he thinks of something on his own. The name is Will- suggestions, anyone?
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