Monday, February 27, 2006

Hanging Around 

“I don’t like frozen bread that’s been defrosted,” said Terry as he glanced disapprovingly at my lunch box.
“That’s tautology,” I said. “You could just say ‘I don’t like bread that’s been defrosted.’”

Terry scribbled something into his poetry notebook then glowered at me.

Stella, my eighties style yuppie witch of a team leader, breezed into the office.
“Someone called Becky phoned,” I told her. “I said you’d call back.”

“Better still,” I continued, “‘I don’t like defrosted bread.’”
He glowered some more.

“She wanted to know if you were eating out again,” I said to Stella and she laughed.

“You really are an arrogant twat,” said Terry.
I said “You probably mean ‘pedantic twat’, but either way it's a salient point.”
Scowling ensued.

“She sounds nice,” I said to Stella.
“Yeah, she’s a new friend I’ve been hanging with at Shibari classes,” she said before stopping to stare in bemused fascination at my cream cheese and sort of green stuff sandwich.

“What’s that?” we all asked in unison, followed by a moment’s pause for quiet contemplation.

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