For my birthday, I wanted to get up early and go into work with Hoagey. Not go to work
with him but take the subway with him and all that. I figured I'd get to SJU a little early and enjoy a hot beverage and read. When I got to buxy, I decided to go with a hot tea and a caramel praline muffin (
reduced fat!) and I sat down in one of the arm chairs with this week's city paper. I don't often get to peruse a fresh print version of this weekly so it was quite a treat. I was a page and a half into the cover story when a guy came in and sat down in the armchair adjacent to mine. He had a laptop and some documents so I was pretty sure he wasn't going to ruin my mojo.
About 5 minutes after he sat down with his drink, a friend of his walked in and they were catching up, "how's the baby?" Guy no.2 said. "The baby's 18 months old now," said guy no.1. "Yeah, I figured." They continued on saying silly small-talky things. It was a nice little treat to have a people watching/eavesdropping opportunity in addition to free time to read the CP. Then guy no.1 said this, "Yeah, we've been trying to cook-up another." Ew. Was that necessary?
Cook-up? But the good news for you is, dear readers, I heard it and knew I had to blog about it.
Hope you enjoyed my gift to you. For my birthday. Cause that's today.
Holla!
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