I’m at work doing the vitalish things that fill my days. My girlfriend is in the office doing gawd knows what. I’m sure it’s stealing office supplies. Or as she calls it, borrowing without intent to return.
You have to admit, that does sound nicer.
A customer is leaving and says,
“Bye! I hope you win today!”
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” I say pretending to listen to things people say.
“What does she think you’re winning?” My girlfriend asks while stuffing a ream of paper into her purse.
“I dunno.” I respond.
“You don’t know?”
“No. Maybe she thinks the Red Sox are in such dire straights they’ve called me up.”
“Well, I hope you win then.”
“Thanks.” I stop my vitalish work. Blink a couple of times. “Boy, if that’s true, I better start stretching.”