Wednesday, September 29, 2004


Just now, coming back from lunch, I stopped short in the stairwell at work. Pukka, being close behind me, crashed into me. "Be careful," he said.

Me: Why?
Him: Because if you don't, I might spill Diet Coke all over you.
Me: Then I'd be really, really angry.
Him: And you'd have only yourself to blame.
Me: No I wouldn't because you're right here with me.