An hour of measuring, modeling and bitching later (definitely not in that order) I strutted to the car wearing a sleek new suit and tie. Even though the shopping was over, the bitching most certainly was not.
ME: I look absolutely ridiculous. With this hair and suit I look like one of Alan Rickman's Eurotrash henchmen from Die Hard.
MARY: Who's Adam Rickman?
ME: How can you possibly not know-
MARY: Because I have a job?
ME: Touche. I tell you what, by the end of this week I will have educated you on the greatest action movie villains of all time. No need to thank me.
MARY: Fabulous. And then maybe I'll show you what a W2 form looks like.
1 comment:
I heart Alan Rickman.
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