Death Becomes Her
(I have a bad cold. My fiancée and I have a childish exchange.)
Me: *in a childish voice* “I dying.”
Fiancée: “You’re not dying.”
Me: “I are too! I dying!”
Fiancée: “Fine. You’re dying. Tell me when so I can pencil you in my calendar.”
Me: *without missing a beat* “Tuesday the 14th.”
(My fiancée starts fiddling with my phone.)
Me: “What are you doing?”
Fiancée: “You’ll see.”
(About three months later, I’m sitting at my computer. A loud alarm goes off on my phone. I look at it and start laughing hysterically.)
Fiancée: “What happened?”
Me: “Apparently, I’m supposed to be dying between 11:00 AM and 2:00 PM.”
Fiancée: *starts laughing, as well* “Oh! I’d forgotten I put that in there!”
Me: “I said Tuesday the 14th when I had that cold, and it’s April 14th. It’s nice to know you’re listening, baby.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?