The Best Worst First Date
Ellen and I witnessed a terribly uncomfortable first date last night. We were seated on top of the awkward couple and couldn’t help but overhear. He was roughly 45; she was ten years younger. They worked together at a mid-size financial planning firm and she was new. A significant portion of the evening involved the man detailing the religious affiliations of random co-workers, then assessing their piety.
This exchange sums things up:
Her: Are you going to keep texting all night?
Him: No. Haha. It’s…from the office.
Her: What are they saying? ‘Why are you going out with her?’
Him: Why, because you’re just a telemarketer?
Her, after a pause: No.
Him, after a stammer: That’s right, nobody would ever say something like that at this company. We’re a family.