I spent the last two days at my firm’s annual meeting. There were lots of presentations, long dinners, and a big canvas bag with some huge slide decks and two gifts in it. The gifts were a baseball with one company logo and a watch with another company logo.
Grace got the watch and Whit got the baseball. All was well in the world.
Until breakfast today. When Whit was jealous of Grace’s watch (why, I’m not sure, as I could not figure out how to set it so it was flashing random numbers and dangling on her wrist like a big plastic bangle).
He began howling that he wanted the watch. Grace, reasonably, said he could have the watch if he gave her the baseball. He pondered this for a moment before grinning maniacally at her and saying, “Fine. You won’t be able to hit it, since the baseball bat is mine.”
Grace’s turn to howl.
Short of patience, I finally said stop it, we are both keeping our presents, we’ll maybe share later, now please eat your cereal.
Whit sighed a melodramatic sigh and leaned his chin on his hand, elbow on the table.
“I’ll just wait until Grace goes to heaven.”
Ha!