Thanksgiving 2007

I'm thankful for a lot of stuff...

You?

How about stating the obvious?

Don't you love it when soemone throws you an open-ended question? Ever wonder where it may lead?

Here's the one that I'm talking about - the good old "Hey man, what's happening?"

Yeah, you're setting yourself up for disaster.

See, I'm a pretty practical kinda guy. The next time someone asks me, as I'm gettig off the elevator "What's going on?" I may just bust out "Well, as you may be aware there's political unrest in Pakistan, Chile just suffered a 7.7 magnitude earthquake, there was an oil spill in the Black Sea, and the New Zealand Rugby Football Union is reviewing their coaches." There, shove that one down your gullet.

But the best one is, the next time I'm taking a piss in the mens room and Jack says "Hey Frost, what's happening?", well hell, I may just call it like it is.

"Hey Jack, how are ya man? What's happening? Well, I'm urinating. How about yourself?"

Erg. Those questions make me cringe. Fingernails on a chalkboard, anyone?

Hmph pt 2 - redux? I don't really know what that means...

Well, what I said still stands...

In the meantime I have spotted you a few more times.

Let's just say Ms. W that I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss your infectious grin. I miss the way you make fun of life, spit in the eye of propriety, shake you glossy tailfeathers in the nose of anyone who has an opinion other than yours... I miss our chit-chattery about nothingness, about the o/w people on your floor that are going to kick the bucket within the next year (BTW does the large diabetes-ridden woman still work here?).

In short, I miss you and your friendship and the good feelings it gives (I hate to use past tense here...).

If you so choose to reach me, you know where I am and how to get in touch. If not, just send me a sign. I don't want to devolve into a stalker-type like Waldo.