Thursday December 1, 2016
Overheard at the Canucks game
I never know what you mean when you say, “Know what I mean?” I wonder if that is indicative of a mutual lack of understanding that’s bigger than we ever realized. And, your spelling is bad.
You send me a text at two fifty six in the morning. Why are you awake?
“Was I a dick to you yesterday?”
I don’t answer until three o’clock the next day.