Monday, March 17, 2008

Yes, Please

Sometimes - ever so rarely - you've got to give it up for corporate America.

As if from a dream, a man wearing a green jester hat and pushing a cart full of booze stopped outside the door of my office and asked, in a plausible Irish brogue, if I wanted anything to drink. I looked up from my desk, bewildered. Hurrying to answer before he evaporated into thin air, I said, " any whiskey?"

He did.

It happened.


St. Mickalous said...

That is so beautiful... I practically cried.

Luckily, I had some whiskey of my own nearby.

Marie Lasferatu said...