The Robber does not appreciate my humor …
So … while at a Sushi restaurant in Portland yesterday afternoon, the Robber and I were enjoying some delightful tuna and other raw fishes. We were discussing the crazy amounts of rain we’d gotten and I referenced a current Weatherbug flood warning from my lovely ‘Droid.
He then made mention to his friend, and former coworker, who lives in Westbrook near the above-flood-stage river (this kid is a GOOBER) and says “Maybe I should call ‘Backflips’ and make sure everything’s OK” — the kid’s nickname. He’s a tool and Robw was making a joke.
SO I SAY “well, maybe just wait 30 minutes or so, and he’ll float on by ….”
YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOK I GOT. Apparently, being in a Japapese restaurant, the Robber thought my joke was in extremely poor taste and inapprop. I want to confirm that it was NOT a Tsunami joke. But, apparently it’s too soon. He wouldn’t allow me to explain or make excuses.
Whatever. I knew I could share with you bitches because, well, A) I’m hoping you will empathize with my failed attempt at levity and B) I know you won’t judge.
:)
