Driving with Fathership today, we were discussing a friend of mine whom I've not spoken to in a while. I mentioned that the last time I saw him I'd not had the opportunity to chat at all and there was a chance he thought I'd given him the royal brush off. Fathership wanted to know if maybe I'd been in touch electronically - which I had already tried.
"He's not replied yet and that was about a fortnight ago." I said, thinking that indeed, I must be in the shit.
"Oh." says Fathership, all noncommittal.
So I say "Yep, I reckon he's cross with me... Either that or he's in Europe."
Silence in the car. I look at Fathership, he looks at me. We both laugh like dickheads at the reality of what I've just said.
He sure is a rich fucker, that one.
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Yep. Except on my case, it's rich relatives. Close, but not close enough to get a piece of the action.
Sigh.
Sorry but you have lucked out with this homie...
Anyway Europe is sooo last year.
But hissychick, surely you'll make it into a will somewhere along the line?!
ellie, I love you for your looks, not your cash. :P
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