I asked my office building’s substitute doorman that I had met only once before.
“No.”
“But it is a short name like that – Herman” I said putting my hands out in front of me about 6 inches apart and in a karate-chop-type-of-move hit the top of the security desk.
“Nope.”
“Okay – I give up, what is your name?”
“Melvin” he cheerfully stated.
Not much more for me to say.
ran away
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