It was hard to write to Roger because I'm so sick of the subterfuge, you know? But he's my parents' friend so I don't feel comfortable spilling everything. Roger's sort of sensitive and I think he would take it hard, losing his admiration for this fictitious figure that is my father. I'd just as soon let him keep his delusions.
I was working out at the campus gym late one evening when the staff came on the PA to announce the imminent closure of the facilities. The guy said, "Greetings, Earthlings ..." That really tickled my funnybone and I laughed and laughed, but nobody else did. I guess I found it so funny because out in the "professional" world nobody has any fun like that, it's all straight.
Oh, except for one time, it was after five o'clock at my old job and a male cow-irker brought in his toddler son, who was very cute and just learning to talk. The guy handed his son over to his friend, the department secretary, for her to watch while he had to take care of something. The secretary picked up the PA and said to the kid, "Say 'daddy'!" and the kid goes, over the PA, "Daddeeee?" That was funny and so cute. That particular secretary was a pain in the ass, but she could be funny sometimes.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:50 AM
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