This morning I made nice with the Elvis-lite train conductor.
I was in the hut where they sell tickets getting a new one and Mr. Conductor was telling the man in the booth next to the one I was at a joke.
The punch line involved a female pharmacist offering a guy with an erection that wouldn’t go away $3000 a month plus benefits. I smirked and felt I had participated enough.
He looked at me and said ‘c’mon, don’t you think that’s funny?’ to which I replied ‘I’m still pissed that she only offered me $2000.’ This sent him into fits of laughter and I went on my way knowing that I have touched his life yet again.
Now that we’re practically best friends, I’m considering giving him my blog address and pointing him here.