November 21st, 2003

duke-muscle

Rendered Speechless

The end of a long crazy week, one which consisted of working way too many hours. It's a Friday night, and I didn't make it out of the office until 8:30. I've been too distracted to do much of anything other than work, exercise, and sprawl on my couch staring at the television. Apologies to anybody I've neglected.

Anyway, I thought I'd record a little story that came to mind for some unknown reason when I was watching a talk show earlier this evening. It involves a business class I took a few months ago. The instructor was Dutch. He was quite outspoken and entertaining, fun to chat with. We exchanged a lot of friendly banter throughout the week-long class.

The last day of class, he was wearing a very nice purple shirt. He'd dressed in white shirts and ties all week, but on Friday he wore a purple shirt (still with a necktie). I liked the shirt, so I complimented him on it, told him a few times how much I liked it.

Later that day, I mentioned to him how I'd had my family over to my house the night before for a campfire. We had the traditional American campfire food: s'mores. He immediately pretended to be crushed that I hadn't invited him.

I told him that it had been just family, that I hardly knew him, that in fact it hadn't even occurred to me to invite him.

He opened his eyes wide at that. He raised his hands in a gesture of futility and mourned dramatically, "Do you think my tears will stain my purple shirt?"

Well.

I must say, it was one of the few times when I've been rendered completely speechless. I opened and closed my mouth a few times. Finally I stuttered out, "I can't even come up with a response to that." He'd achieved a level of ridiculousness that even I could not meet.