6:44 p.m. | 2002-09-30 Random �Flashbacks� To The Good Old Days. �She looks like she belongs IN the Haight-Ashbury District of San Francisco. IN the 1960�s.� (Fashion commentary from my boss after passing a woman on the street on the way to lunch.) ** Part of a conversation I had today with someone I�m currently working with� a �professional guy� (PG). (CI:) Now, if you were to beat the shit outta me, it would be a whole different thing. (Trust me, I was using an appropriate analogy and using the appropriate lingo, and it was a professional conversation, albeit, it doesn�t sound like it.) (PG:) Well now, that would be domestic violence. Well, if we were married. (CI:) (What? Huh? Oh well, I�ll go with it.) Yeah, it would, which would be a whole different thing than the situation we have here. (PG:) Except your husband probably wouldn�t like it. (CI:) Oh, I�m not married. (Said without thinking because sometimes I really am clueless.) (PG:) Really? (I could actually hear his eyebrows go up.) (CI:) Really. Anyway� (Blah, blah, blah.) We discuss what needs to be done. (CI:) Okay? So fax that to me when you�re done. (PG:) Okay. Bye Sweetheart. (CI:) (What? Huh?) Uh, bye. There was a time when I would have found all that offensive and sexist, but now I find it, well, kind of endearing. Well, at least when it�s said by someone who�s far away and on the phone. And someone I�ll never meet in real life. ** And, finally, here�s a conversation between my boss and I. (CI:) Who brought their children to work? (Referring to two young girls who magically appeared in the office.) (Boss:) Those aren�t children CI, those are the new student interns. (CI:) Lord, I�m getting old. I thought they were 12 years old. (Boss:) You are getting old. They�re both 18. YOU�RE the one who looks like they�re 12. (CI:) Thanks. I think. your thoughts? seed flower