Anthony Brockbank
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In Vino Veritas
You're not going to believe it! It was all set up, it could have been beautiful. So I meet this girl at a parent-teacher conference. She was really somethin', she had long blonde hair and tan skin, the whole movie star look. And I don't see no ring on her finger, so I say to myself - what do you got to lose? Ask her out. So I do. She's lookin' over at me from the stand where they got the coffee and the water and all that, so I go over there and we make a bit of small talk about the curriculum. You know the stuff, Shakespeare this, civil rights that, the periodic table - all the stuff that comes back to you that the teachers forced down your throat and you've never used since. I don't tell her that, of course, I go along with it all and I don't talk about myself until she asks about me. That's a golden rule, see? Don't come off as one of those guys that loves themselves and jumps in too quickly. Wait a little to see if they have any interest, and then you get to mention your strengths all casual and subtle. I tell her about the corner office, how the firm is doing well, how lucky I am to travel a little for work, crack a little joke about listing the airport as my business address. You know me, right? Then there's only so long we can stand by the coffee eye-fuckin' each other, so we swap numbers and get back to our seats. Her name is Cleo and I save the number, but I don't text her for 3 days. That's another rule. But when I do text her, I tell her I want to take her to a nice dinner at the club, joke about how important it is to review the school curriculum again.
By Anthony Brockbank5 years ago in Humans
Open for Business
Savor this day, he told himself. Savor this day. The sun had started rising and light threatened to creep in. He took a long, deep and purposeful breath in through his nostrils. There was the sweetness of the yeast, the earthy spice of the cinnamon and the slight hint of nuttiness from the flour. Layered on top of the pride for his work – a sense of professionalism he carried with him wherever he went – there was an extra tingle of excitement. He tested the ring of the doorbell and took the sign gently in his fingertips, turning it slowly to declare the place open. Today was reopening day.
By Anthony Brockbank5 years ago in Humans
