I’ve been facilitating meetings for the past two days and have had to arrive early and leave late.
Everything was set up and ready yesterday morning so I was drinking coffee and reading a few blog posts.
One of the male meeting participants arrived and I offered to share my table with him.
He set his computer up and said,
“I’ll be right back. I'm going to get a cup of coffee.”
[Excellent idea, man! Go forth and worship at the pot of the sacred black drink as I and so many others have done before you.]
When he came back he insisted on chatting despite the fact that I was trying to read about the new Lead Poison Barbie.
[Did you know that Barbie used to be a man? Growing up I didn’t know that she used to be a he. It sure explains a lot, right?]
Coffee drinking man told me that he doesn’t usually drink coffee.
“Why would you NOT drink coffee?” I asked him.
[As if a good reason could exist.]
He took a sip of coffee and said,
“When caffeine combines with the Ritalin I take for my ADD it’s just too much.”
I struggled to think of anything remotely resembling an appropriate response.
“Plus there’s the whole narcolepsy thing. I have narcolepsy too.”
I grasped desperately for something to say to this early morning, hyper-caffeinated over-sharer but fumbled and said,
“You have narcolepsy? Really?!!! That's great.”
[Don't be intimidated by my overwhelming powers of compassionate understanding.]
Before I could die of shame, Coffee Man snorted in a Beavis and Butthead-ish way and said,
"Heh Heh. I know, it's awesome. Want me to drive you somewhere later?"
I think we're friends.