I took a trip down to Mississippi for a few days to visit my buddy down there, and to get in a few rounds of golf with my old – now really old – group of Mississippian golfing companions.
As is our wont each night Señora and I touched base to hear each others’ voice and see how our respective days had gone.
My last night there towards the end of the phone call I suggested phone sex to Señora, more to pick at her than anything else.
She replied with little hesitation, “Not tonight Dear, I have a headache.”
In 2001 I took a programming job with Saks at their Information Technology center in Jackson, Mississippi. It is a long story how it came to be there, I will not bore you. At that time Saks was the parent company of Saks Fifth Avenue, and three other department store chains.
The week I started the departmental secretary sent me an email requesting that I write a short blurb about myself. She was going to put my “bio” and the photograph from my ID badge on the departmental bulletin board to introduce me to everyone. I did so, she did so, but she failed to read my expository remarks, simply cutting and pasting my profundities into her document.
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A few days later she came to me all excited asking about what I had written, insistent that I “correct” it. Unfortunately not every one gets my sublime sense of humor. It might also be the reason that a year or so later when I asked her out, she was very adamant about having to wash her hair seven nights a week.
Just in case you cannot read the verbiage in the image here is what I wrote:
“David joined SAKS in February of this year. He came from American Electric Power in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He is working as a Senior Programmer with Greg Kinsley’s IT Logistics Team. David has two kids and a granddaughter. They reside just outside Ft. Smith, AR. David resides in the Reservoir area. His interests include golf, photography, fishing and backpacking. He volunteers part-time with the Frankenstein Laboratory of Experimental Humanity.”
Watching TV this weekend while visiting a friend in Mississippi there were a brazilian advertisements for personal injury lawyers. When you look up the meaning of ambulance chaser the phrase personal injury lawyer is a prominent part of the definition. I began to wonder does anyone go to law school planning on being a personal injury lawyer? It seems me like such a cynical line of work, it is hard to imagine starting their education of law with such an outlook.
