I ran into an old friend who suggested we have coffee together. I really didn’t have time that afternoon, but I love to hear what he has to say.
He’s a great guy and a good person, but he constantly mixes up his words. It’s an intriguing facet of his personality. We’ve all tried to help him, and he realizes he has a problem, but it doesn’t stop him. When we’re together he does all the talking, and I can’t get a word in.
The other day he had a lot to tell me about a cruise he and his wife had taken recently. He said it was posh, really “a leek”. Their cabin was situated mid-ships, but their friends were up in the beau. And the food was truly eloquent. When I asked what he had liked most, he said, “Everything, especially the chicken coquettes.”
They met a lot of nice people on board the ship and a few characters. They also had some interesting experiences, but if I was in a hurry, he said he’d save the antidotes for another time.
I looked at my watch and stood. Before I left, I asked how his son was getting along. He smiled and said, “Fine. He’s working for one of those upstart inter-net companies down in the Silicone Valley.”
My friend put down his own cup and left some change for the waiter. “I’d better go, too,” he said. “I have to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I’m finally getting smart. I specified a geriatric drug instead of a name brand. It’ll save me a bundle.”
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