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A Paraphrase of an Actual Conversation had at work today(*)
(*)NOT about politics, thankfully
So, having a regular come through my line, I made a comment of asking how work was yesterday (Monday), if it was only him and the one other guy in, given it was a holiday. He confirmed, and I asked what it was he (and co-workers) did exactly.
Him: We buy companies.
Me: *blinks* You mean, like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman?
Him: Not that glamorous, but sort of. Richard Gere gets snazzier one liners. *Pauses* That's not exactly a good movie.
Me: I'm not saying it's a good movie. Just if that's sort of what you do.
Him: *chuckles* Sort of. *Goes off into the sunset with his drinks*
Next guy in line comes up.
Next Guy: My job's nothing so exciting as buying companies. But I'll still have a coffee.
Me: *laughs, and asks what size cup* So, what do you do?
Next Guy: Grande, and I'm a musician, and unlike Richard Gere, I'm supposed to be miserable.
Me: Oh? What sort of instruments do you play then?
Next Guy: Guitar, and really bad piano, and I write songs. See? Miserable.
Me: *nods* I have several friends who are musicians of some kind.
Next Guy: Let me guess. They're miserable?
Me: Of a sort. *hands off coffee, takes his money, and fishes change from the register* However, if it helps, I'm a poet. So, I can't really talk...
Next Guy: *grins* So, by rule, you're more miserable than I am?
Me: Pretty much.
Next Guy: *drops a tip into the jar, goes to walk away* Well, I hope you have a miserable life!
Me: Hey, you too! *turns to help next customer in line, who by this point, is giving me a very odd look*
(Sometimes, I remember why I really do like my job. Also, my co-workers are made of win.)
(*)NOT about politics, thankfully
So, having a regular come through my line, I made a comment of asking how work was yesterday (Monday), if it was only him and the one other guy in, given it was a holiday. He confirmed, and I asked what it was he (and co-workers) did exactly.
Him: We buy companies.
Me: *blinks* You mean, like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman?
Him: Not that glamorous, but sort of. Richard Gere gets snazzier one liners. *Pauses* That's not exactly a good movie.
Me: I'm not saying it's a good movie. Just if that's sort of what you do.
Him: *chuckles* Sort of. *Goes off into the sunset with his drinks*
Next guy in line comes up.
Next Guy: My job's nothing so exciting as buying companies. But I'll still have a coffee.
Me: *laughs, and asks what size cup* So, what do you do?
Next Guy: Grande, and I'm a musician, and unlike Richard Gere, I'm supposed to be miserable.
Me: Oh? What sort of instruments do you play then?
Next Guy: Guitar, and really bad piano, and I write songs. See? Miserable.
Me: *nods* I have several friends who are musicians of some kind.
Next Guy: Let me guess. They're miserable?
Me: Of a sort. *hands off coffee, takes his money, and fishes change from the register* However, if it helps, I'm a poet. So, I can't really talk...
Next Guy: *grins* So, by rule, you're more miserable than I am?
Me: Pretty much.
Next Guy: *drops a tip into the jar, goes to walk away* Well, I hope you have a miserable life!
Me: Hey, you too! *turns to help next customer in line, who by this point, is giving me a very odd look*
(Sometimes, I remember why I really do like my job. Also, my co-workers are made of win.)