Communication breakdown… it’s always the same
Gosh. The Green Line, can you believe it? What a week to be in the PR department for the MBTA. Yikes.
Thanks for NONE of your concern. No, I don’t ever take the Green Line, but I could have used a few little comments or emails from people who wanted to make sure I was still alive. WHATEVER. NOT BITTER.
I know you come here, not out of concern for my daily well-being, but to read gruesome and revealing posts about me and my marriage. Oh, honey, I check the Google Analytics, and I know that’s what you want. So let me at least pander to the audience momentarily.
This morning Matty drove me to the T station to be a real peach and save me the mile walk. I was in my typical not-a-morning-person mood, and he struck up a conversation about the weird dream that he had last night.
Matt: I dreamed that I almost met Ed Cherubino. I was checking in to a hotel and they told me that to get to my room I should take the elevator to the 17th floor. When I arrived, Ed Cherubino would be there to greet me.
Me: Who’s Ed Cherubino?
Matt: A radio commentator.
Me: I don’t really understand why you’re so excited. Who IS he?
Matt: A radio commentator. Think of just any radio commentator and what it would be like to meet them. Who’s a radio commentator you would recognize?
Me: Howard Stern.
Matt: Ok, so maybe not. How about a TV newscaster? What TV newscaster would you recognize?
Me: Barbara Walters.
Matt: Why are you bursting my bubble?
Me: I just have no frame of reference as to who Ed Cherubino is. I’m sorry.
By then we had arrived, so I quickly kissed him and hopped out of the car. Good thing the Red Line didn’t break down on my commute. Oh the irony of Matt hearing about THAT from Ed Cherubino.
