"So, um, just what kind of sex toy did you buy me?"
Happy Nabokov Day! I actually had a very cool experience with that today. I wore my "I <3 Nabokov" shirt (yes, I have one of those), and although a coworker asked me who that was, and I explained, no one else said anything. Then at lunch I was walking through the underground when a guy going the opposite direction stopped in his tracks and said, "Like, Vladimir Nabokov?" I nodded. "I just finished Pnin!" We promptly began discussing his various works, and when I admitted that I had first gotten into him through Lolita (as, I suspect, do most people), he nodded and added, "Isn't it just...awesome?" No one - no one, no one, no one - has ever agreed with me before just how awesome that book, and his mastery of the English language, are. It took a very concentrated effort not to take both his hands and spin around in a circle while 'Happy Together' by the Turtles played in the background. Will I see him again? Maybe. He does work on the 5th floor of my building, so it's possible. However, for the moment, I prefer to savour the warm and fuzzy feeling of meeting someone whose literary predilections are on par with my own, and leave it at that.
One of my coworkers bought me a Banana Guard today (www.bananaguard.com). As soon as I saw it on my desk, I knew what it was (having read the imprinting), though I later laughed and pointed it at him as though it were a pistol, what with its shape. It never even occurred to me, until my Ops Clerk asked what that blue thing on my desk was, that it might resemble something else. "It's a Banana Guard," I said naively, "here, take a look at it." "I don't want to touch it. I don't know where that thing's been!" Ohhhh.... This, in turn, led to my whipping around to face my generous, entirely good-intentioned coworker, and utter my subject line. Fortunately, my boss did not walk in on that one; that might have required some explaining.
And, before I go, an important lesson. It takes two to lose a frisbee: one to throw it higher than the neighbour's fence, and one to not catch it.
One of my coworkers bought me a Banana Guard today (www.bananaguard.com). As soon as I saw it on my desk, I knew what it was (having read the imprinting), though I later laughed and pointed it at him as though it were a pistol, what with its shape. It never even occurred to me, until my Ops Clerk asked what that blue thing on my desk was, that it might resemble something else. "It's a Banana Guard," I said naively, "here, take a look at it." "I don't want to touch it. I don't know where that thing's been!" Ohhhh.... This, in turn, led to my whipping around to face my generous, entirely good-intentioned coworker, and utter my subject line. Fortunately, my boss did not walk in on that one; that might have required some explaining.
And, before I go, an important lesson. It takes two to lose a frisbee: one to throw it higher than the neighbour's fence, and one to not catch it.