A friend enter into my manly study -- the one I don't, and probably never will, own.
"Why, Josh, that's a marvelous globe you have there. Is it new?"
"Why yes, yes it is."
"It's lovely!"
"Why thank you! I purchased it from the Count of Peterborough when I visited him last June. It sat on his veranda and I knew immediately that I must have it."
"Right good judgement, I'd say!"
"It wasn't until after I had given him the payment for the exquisite piece that he let me in on a little secret."
"Egad! Tell me you weren't swindled!?"
"On the contrary! Indeed, come closer and I will let you in on its devilish secret."
"Splendid!"
Yes, my friend and I talk like English dignitaries from the 1920s.
The point being: I want a globe bar.
-JJ
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