Friday, September 24, 2004

Quack

When I came back from lunch today with one of the other brokers we headed into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Jasmine was in there getting her food out of the microwave wearing what I call her executive pant suit with her hair pulled back in a low ponytail.

“Hi, Gary. Hey, Jay.”

We both smiled and nodded and said our ‘How do you do’s’ as we watched her casually pick up her food and walk out the other side. That’s when Gary turned to me.

“That’s one class act right there.”

I recalled how she not so silently passed gas in her sleep this morning and chuckled softly.

“That's just what I was thinking.”