That’s Not Chinese had the good fortune of leaving work early the other night which, as fortunes go, resulted in me having the good fortune of her company.
Being that she works swing shifts, it was later in the evening when she stopped by. Nonetheless, I had wine in the decanter, ready for her consumption. We were discussing the past few days and the many opportunities we had to spend time together. “I love reading the blog about those events,” she told me. “I mean, we’re funny, but you make us sound even funnier. And, as I’ve told you before, I like reading it the most when I’m in it.” She, Skiwi, and Charlie Sheen have something in common: a passion for face time. Another trait she and Sheen share, the use of the ‘t’ word – That’s Not Chinese has been spewing ‘troll’ for years.
As we continued to chat, I started to get a little tired. “OK, I’m finishing this glass of wine and then I’m leaving,” she told me. “Sorry, I’m so tired. This chair is like carbon monoxide,” I replied as I leaned back further into my most comfortable piece of furniture. “It’s not the chair or carbon monoxide,” That’s Not Chinese responded. “It’s the fact that you keep the temperature at (she gets up and walks over to the thermostat) 72 degrees. You’re killing me!” “I do that for my guests.” “Uh huh, well, it has caused your eyes to be all droopy.”
I opted against verifying her claim and sunk deeper into my CO chair. She finished her wine quickly, like Charlie Sheen with tiger’s blood, and then bid me farewell. “Looking forward to reading about this in the blog,” she stated. “Oh, you’ll be in the blog – it’s all about the face time.” “Exactly,” she replied, “Don’t make me call you a troll.” “Nobody sticks baby in a corner,” I replied and added, “Been there, Sheen that.”