I promise: There are no dogs in this post.
It’s Holiday Function time again, Dirtman’s favorite High Holy Time.
The Dirtman loves a good holiday function. He can work a room like nobody’s business. He remembers names. He remembers events. He remembers the right names connected to the right events, not always to the participants’ delight.
The Dirtman really shines in the area of small talk. He could pull a conversation from a light pole. And he is capable of ending a conversation and moving on. Hence, Dirtman is never stuck in a corner next to someone describing their irritated bowel syndrome because they took the question, “How are you” literally.
crap joy, punch. Okay. Plate in one hand, punch in the other, my purse – on my shoulder (come on, I’m not an idiot). Now: Walk. Across. The Room.
Where do I know them from? I don’t get out much so how hard can this be?