Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sunday Funday

It was an absolute disaster.

1 comment:

  1. It was an absolute disaster.

    Thursday, 2:17 pm. It was exactly five minutes before I was scheduled to assassinate the president of some foreign country who was speaking on some late night show that was taping that afternoon.

    And I was having cover issues via cell phone in my car.

    “Yes, sweetie, I’m sorry I missed lunch. I completely forgot. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. Yeah. Uh-huh. Well, you see . . . Okay. You’re right, you’re right. Yes, it’s a business thing. Okay. Yes, I know. You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re right, and I should have let you know I was going to miss. I know. Yes, I remember it. Recite it? A business emergency is an okay excuse for missing a lunch, but it’s not an excuse for not calling. Yes. Sorry, honey, I really am. I do need to get going – no, no, no, I’m trying to get away. No. It’s just that it is an emergency. No, it’s okay. Yeah, I understand. I’m sorry. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. No. No. Yes. Sort of. Okay. Uh-huh. I understand. I’m not trying to deny it. Really, I’m not. I agree with you. Yes, I do, I promise. Okay. Alright. Bye.”

    Thursday, 2:27 pm.

    Yep. An absolute disaster.