Poetry & Blindfolds

Appropos to nothing, I thought I’d share a quick glimpse of my life as a big high-powered practice group administrator in one of the largest international law firms in the world.  Sylvia is one of the high-powered attorneys who I talk to occasionally about things that have nothing to do with working at one of the largest international law firms in the world.

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Sylvia: What shall I have for lunch?
Me: I don’t know.
Sylvia: I need to reward myself.
Me: For what?
Sylvia: My mammogram was clear.
Me: You need to reward yourself for that?
Sylvia: Yes.
Me: Chicken breast.
Sylvia: Not funny.  No, seriously, what should I have?
Me: Get a couple of melons.
Sylvia: You are so wrong.
Me: Go to Hooters.
Sylvia: You’re not helping.
Me: Eggs.
Sylvia: Why eggs?
Me: Get two of them, sunny-side up.
Sylvia: You are unbelievably wrong.  I think I’ll get a chicken wrap.
Me: Just make sure you press down really hard on it.
Sylvia: I’m not talking to you.

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