Conversations With...

a guy at work.

Him: You like Boston, huh?
Me: 'Like' is too weak a word.
Him: What
about the Devil Rays?
Me: I support the home team, but when Tampa's not in,
I root for the Sox.
Him: What are you going to do when you move to Colorado?
Me: I don't know. Support the Avalance, I guess.

a guy I love.

Him: I miss you so much it hurts.
Me: I miss you, too.
Him: How are we
gonna do this until December?
Me: Come home to me this weekend.
Him: How
about the end of August?
Me: Why not sooner?
Him: Cause that's when they
scheduled my league's fantasty football draft.
(pause)
Him: Hello?

a guy I teach.

Him: Are you kidding me with this grading policy?
Me: No, I'm not kidding
you.
Him: Didn't you mellow out at all during the year you were at other
high schools and missing us so much?
Me: I missed you, kid. I'm just not
going to let you skate by senior year and head off to college with less
knowledge than you deserve.
Him: Great. The Hebrew Hammer is back.