I read a question on a blog I read today asking if anyone ever told their friends that they loved them. Not, “Love ya”, but really, seriously, “I love you”. The answers were wide and varied. The timing of that read made the following scenario this afternoon even funnier than it would have been on any other day.
I decided to to make a trip to Borders to look at house magazines this afternoon. I’d been there earlier today, but are there ever too many trips to a bookstore?
I grabbed a stack of magazines, ordered a spiced chai and settled down into a comfy black chair to read up on floor plans.
I had my back to two gentlemen. This is what I overheard:
“I just want to say that you’re great.”
“No. Really great. I mean, with everything. I just…I love you, man.”
“Uh…yah, me too.”
“I. Love. You.”
“Uh…Jesus, Jim…Don’t tell me you’re dying or try to tongue me, okay??”
I had to hastily exit to the ladies room as the results of snorting hot spiced chai up your nose requires some cleaning up.