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Slumping out my front door to go pick up Scout at the end of a perfectly shitty day, I found a slovenly, stringy-haired middle-aged handyman working on our faulty front-door buzzer.
"How are you?" I ask in the moderately cheerful way a Midwesterner asks, whether it's a funeral or a wedding.
"Totally miserable. But at least I'm not in Iraq," he added without a chuckle.
And I did have to laugh.
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Comments (6)
I throw answers like that at people all the time. But I follow it up with, "...but thanks for asking."
That gets 'em chuckling too.
And, by the way, thanks for a possible new entry in my "Oxymoron of the Day" web site: perfectly shitty. I like that!
Will
Posted by Will Daniel | March 27, 2008 10:47 AM
Posted on March 27, 2008 10:47
Perfectly shitty:
Real phony.
Posted by David Murray | March 27, 2008 10:54 AM
Posted on March 27, 2008 10:54
www.willdaniel.com/oxymoron.htm
Posted by Will Daniel | March 27, 2008 11:09 AM
Posted on March 27, 2008 11:09
Drinking out of an elegant fire hose over here ...
Posted by David Murray | March 27, 2008 11:17 AM
Posted on March 27, 2008 11:17
Stick with vodka.
Posted by Will Daniel | March 27, 2008 11:36 AM
Posted on March 27, 2008 11:36
My wife's favorite phrase...
...very fair.
Posted by michael clendenin | March 27, 2008 3:27 PM
Posted on March 27, 2008 15:27