There’s a wonderful lady that comes into work every day with her demure dog.
She grabs the newspaper
– “Good morning”
– “Morning Liz”
– “Just grabbing the paper. A skinny latte for me thanks”
– “Of-course Liz, no worries”.

She sits mostly at table 3.

Anyway she’s a wonderful academic sort. And she recommends me books.
Most recently she lent me A WRONG TURN AT THE OFFICE OF UNMADE LISTS
It starts of slow and morbid and the driving points are mundane. But soon the train gets going and
the voyage is enjoyable and seemingly short.

I’d like to share a short passage that hit home with me and truly made me laugh.
*ahem*

“G’day who’s your team?”
“Go Doggies!”
“Nice.”
“Yours?”
“I’m a rugby man.”
No one ever knew what to say to that.
“So, Ray!”
“Yes Caddy”
“How’ve you been?”

In the next chapter I learnt that “Q.E.D” from the Latin:”quod erat demonstrandum”. Basically means.
“Yeah I told you, Booyah! Enough said.”

Front to back; an interesting read.
A mite of morbid.
A spoonful of strange.
Kindred to Kurt Vonnegut
Real and humorous.
I like. Thanks Liz.