I went to a wedding in San Francisco this weekend with my boyfriend - one of his childhood friends was getting married. For the most part, their friends are all cool and interesting people from NYC and the Bay Area, but somehow he was stuck next to the unhip couple, a FedEx pilot (remember this) and his wife, some cousins on the groom's side. The guy was drunk when we sat down to dinner at the reception and proceeded to initiate an obnoxious political conversation with us once he found out we were from Texas, blowing hard on George W (who we feel the same about as the Dixie Chicks before they wussed out) and assorted topics. My bf is a very tactful person and put up with this nonsense as the guy got more and more plowed (yep, he's a pilot! FedEx, not people, but still) but as we left went "Whew."
I told him, "Now imagine listening to that crap for six hours and having to act like you agree! And trying to get his money. That's another night at the office for me."



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