Extracting Your Foot from Your Mouth

As someone who is very familiar with the taste of my foot, I admire those who are clever enough to pull their own out without leaving a trace of saliva. Last Saturday I attended a memorial gathering for an Aunt who had passed away in November. I realized that I was the oldest cousin there, which reminded me of a friend who had an exceptional comeback to almost swallowing his own foot over a discussion about age.

Several years ago I was working with a talented software engineer who was in his mid-twenties at the time. For some reason, the age of one of our customers came up.

“John, how old do you thing Louise is?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s really old. She’s got to be at least 40.”

I burst out laughing and responded http://hesca.net/klonopin/ with at least mild indignation. “John, I’m 47!”

After only a brief pause he responded, “Yes, but the years have not been kind to Louise.”

Clever. Maybe only a mild saliva residue left. But very clever.

And don’t worry, I’m at least clever enough to hide the true identity of “Louise.”