Nov 16, 2006 13:13
There's a man in the breakroom with a cell phone pressed to his ear. He is wearing a professional shirt and slacks, his hair is receding, he is talking animatedly into the phone.
None of this is unusual.
What is unusual is that I tuned into this conversation when he said, "You want a Bradley story? Okay, but it has to be a quick one, because Daddy has to go to a meeting. One day, Bradley..." They had gotten to the park and were gearing up to ride in a basket underneath a big, colorful balloon when I felt I had lingered longer than I could justify without raising suspicion.
I've decided I like this man.