A gift I have is my ability to say something funny, or a
lie story, or something sarcastic, with a straight face at my normal tone of voice. I call it a gift. I really like the stories I tell. Not lies, stories.
If you live in Texas, especially Houston, you know who J.J. Watt is, or at least have heard his name. Unless you don’t have T.V., radio, friends, a job, or conversations with someone other than your cat.
Today our office secretary, Ms. C, was showing me a picture of J.J. Watt. I said, “Who’s J.J. Watt?”
She asked, “You don’t know who J.J. Watt is?”
“No. I’ve never heard of him.”
Our school social worker, Mr. G, a rotund and loud man, ran out of his office, “Ms. A (me), you don’t know who J.J. Watt is? How could you not? He plays football for the Houston Texans.”
I looked at him, quizzically, and said, “I thought the Texans is the basketball team.”
Every face was blank, they didn’t know what to say.
Seriously people? I do have conversations with real people, not just with my cats.