| My husband, Michael, and I were at
a restaurant with his boss, a rather stern older man. When
Michael began a tale, which I was sure he had told before,
I gave him a kick under the table. There was no response,
so I gave him another poke. Still the story went on. Suddenly
he stopped, grinned and said, "Oh, but I've told you
this one before, haven't I?" We all chuckled and changed
the subject. Later, on the dance floor, I asked my husband
why it had taken him so long to get my message.
"What do you mean?" he replied. "I cut the
story off as soon as you kicked me."
"But I kicked you twice and it still took you a while
to stop!"
Suddenly we realized what had happened. Sheepishly we returned
to our table. The boss smiled and said, "Don't worry.
After the second one I figured it wasn't for me, so I passed
it along!"
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