I’d just come out of a Supermarket with a roasted chicken, French fries, large chips, and a 12 pack of beer.
A poor homeless man sat on the curb and said to me as I passed by, “I haven’t eaten for two days!”
I told him, “That’s great. I wish I had your will power.”
While I was shopping in the mall with my three children, a display in the window of a lingerie store caught my eye. “Do you think Daddy would like this?” I asked the kids, as I pointed to the lacy pyjamas with matching robe.
“No way,” my horrified six-year-old son replied. “Daddy would NEVER wear that!”
My job is in the aerospace industry, and it’s always been a challenge to explain what kind of work I do.
At one gathering, I tried several unsuccessful attempted explanations before deciding to be as generic as possible. When the subject came up while I was talking with a group of guys, I replied simply, “Defense contractor.”
The men nodded, and as the conversation went on, I silently declared victory to myself. Then, one of them turned to me and asked, “So, what do you put up mainly? Chain-link?”