My lady friend and I are involved in a bicity relationship. The bicity relationship came up as a result of the economy that resulted with me being laid off in St. Louis. At my age I felt fortunate to find another job in my field…anywhere.
On weekends either I drive to see her in St. Louis or she drives to see me in Memphis. Nearly everybody in my office knows this. I came to work after the three day weekend. The first thing I needed to do was get some java. I was in the break room taking care of task one when one of my teammates walks in.
Making small talk she asked, “How was your weekend?”
I replied, “Fine.”
She then asked, “Did you go to St. Louis?”
“No,” I replied, “St. Louis came here.”
There was a fellow from the other side of the building pouring some coffee. It would have been hard to not listen to the conversation.
He asked, “Who is St. Louis? An exotic dancer?”
It absolutely cracked up everyone in the break room except the questioner. He was looking around perplexed. One of my other teammates to relieve his discomfort explained that “St. Louis” was my own private dancer.
After the explanation he commented, “My bad, I’m sorry.”
“No problem man, that was funny.”
I had laughed so hard that I had started choking. My teammate that asked the original question said, “It must be true, look at him choking.” She was referring to the private dancer part.
I’ll never tell.
Nice start to the day.
Twirl, shake and a curtsy!
Nice to know that folks still think that is a possibility.
ROTFL