LM, Episode 499. 4/11/21
The weekend receptionist at the Block office where I’m working, Joni, makes Friday night and Saturday afternoon fun. I was making coffee when Joni walks in, saying, ““I’ll make it for you.”
“Joni, if my mom heard I was letting someone wait on me, she’d come down from Chicago and beat me and she shouldn’t be driving after dark.”
I got in early one Saturday and when Joni observed, “You’re in early,” I said, “Yes, last night I went to the boats, put our $2,800 of stimulus money on red, and lost it all, so I need the money.”
Joni says, “You don’t gamble, do you? Would your mom beat you for that too?”
We’re supposed to stay open until 7 on Saturday, but our boss, Bill, has told us, if there aren’t any appointments, we can leave at 6 pm. Joni calls this Plan A
First of all, if you’re getting your taxes done at 6 o’clock on Saturday night, you need to seriously examine your life. Maybe you should look into those social anxiety pills and develop some relationships. The only way your life could be more dismal and depressing is if you’re the one doing tax returns on Saturday night.
Every Saturday night, by 5:45 the only two left in the office are Joni and me. She and I confirm that Plan A is in effect and by 6:15, we’re waking across the parking lot to our cars wishing each other a nice evening.
One Saturday at 5:45 pm, Joni says, “I have good news and bad news. You can follow Plan A tonight, but I have to stay because a client is picking something up.”
I go, “So, what’s the bad news?”
Joni snaps, “Oh no you didn’t. Give me your phone, I’m calling your momma.”
Joni makes me laugh and we all know how much laughter matters.