Scorned
In a meeting at work today:
Person A: Okay, so, say you want to search for X, Y, Z. . . .
Chorus: [boo, hiss]
Person A: What? What?!?
Person B: Zee? ZEE?
Person A: For the benefit of the American in the room.
Me: What? I know what a zed is.
Chorus: Yeah! He knows what a zed is!
Person A: Jesus Cripes. Okay. See what you get for trying to be thoughtful.
I never ceased to be amused by the rabid defense of the Canadian culture.
* * *
Speaking of rabid, I caught my squirrel cheating on me today.
I left work and walked through the park. There were squirrels all over the place, looking for dropped food and other squirrel snacky things, and many of them were the black fuzzy kind, but none of them were Blacksquirrel. And then I saw him. An older guy was sitting at a picnic table with his dinner in front of him, and there was Blacksquirrel, sitting right across from this guy, as if it were a date, munching on the occasional bit of dinner that the man would pass him.
He looked up at me, as if to say, "You may have cashews, but this guy has spinach gnocchi with pine nuts. I did what I had to. Don't hate me."
Trying to make the most of it, I fed a couple of the other squirrels, but it just wasn't the same.
And after all I did for him. . . . Sigh.
Well, we'll see who's boss when the fancy dinners out run out. See where he goes running back to, right?
Person A: Okay, so, say you want to search for X, Y, Z. . . .
Chorus: [boo, hiss]
Person A: What? What?!?
Person B: Zee? ZEE?
Person A: For the benefit of the American in the room.
Me: What? I know what a zed is.
Chorus: Yeah! He knows what a zed is!
Person A: Jesus Cripes. Okay. See what you get for trying to be thoughtful.
I never ceased to be amused by the rabid defense of the Canadian culture.
* * *
Speaking of rabid, I caught my squirrel cheating on me today.
I left work and walked through the park. There were squirrels all over the place, looking for dropped food and other squirrel snacky things, and many of them were the black fuzzy kind, but none of them were Blacksquirrel. And then I saw him. An older guy was sitting at a picnic table with his dinner in front of him, and there was Blacksquirrel, sitting right across from this guy, as if it were a date, munching on the occasional bit of dinner that the man would pass him.
He looked up at me, as if to say, "You may have cashews, but this guy has spinach gnocchi with pine nuts. I did what I had to. Don't hate me."
Trying to make the most of it, I fed a couple of the other squirrels, but it just wasn't the same.
And after all I did for him. . . . Sigh.
Well, we'll see who's boss when the fancy dinners out run out. See where he goes running back to, right?