I saw an old buddy from politics at the gymnasty today.
We had a couple of long lunches about twenty-five years ago, when I had money and too much time on my hands. The fellow worked as a press aide to Cabinet Minister and had been married to a mutual friend.
They split up a few years back.
Anyway, the guy is nice enough, a little vacant and I've seen him occasionally over the years. Last time, he told me he was going to climb Everest.
Here is the conversation we had today.
So, Joe, how was the trip?
I tell you, I almost died. Decided to drink the local water; what a mistake. But, you know, I couldn't let the team down, so I climbed to the top even though I was pretty sick.
How is Scott?
Pretty good. He's selling cars now, and it's hard. He's thinking of becoming a bus driver.
Wow. A bus driver. It must have been rough, you know, when he was fired from CBC.
Ah, Joe. He took a pension back when he was 47.
So Rose, how many times have you been married again?
Three. Both of my other husbands left me for other women.
Yeah, well, great to see you, as always.
Memo to self.
Next time you see Joe, turn and run the other way.
It was nice to know you, Joe.
You sanctimonious piece of shit.