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Mar. 22nd, 2007 08:46 amMy dad is a lawyer, and my uncle is (or was) a barber.
One day, in a very disapproving tone of voice, my dad said:
"[Your uncle] lives across the street from a diner, above his barbershop. He's lazy. Every day, he goes in and cuts hair until he has enough money for two meals, plus twenty bucks for rent and utilities. Then he goes across the street, gets a sandwich for lunch, goes back to his apartment and farts around for a couple of hours, then goes back to the diner, has the special for dinner, goes back to his apartment, and watches TV."
And Dad crossed his arms and settled back in his chair as though he had made some devastating rhetorical point.
I guess I take after my uncle.
One day, in a very disapproving tone of voice, my dad said:
"[Your uncle] lives across the street from a diner, above his barbershop. He's lazy. Every day, he goes in and cuts hair until he has enough money for two meals, plus twenty bucks for rent and utilities. Then he goes across the street, gets a sandwich for lunch, goes back to his apartment and farts around for a couple of hours, then goes back to the diner, has the special for dinner, goes back to his apartment, and watches TV."
And Dad crossed his arms and settled back in his chair as though he had made some devastating rhetorical point.
I guess I take after my uncle.
