Your Place or Mine
I had dinner with virtuoso guitar player/musican, Alan Millman and his beautiful wife, Ling and their adorable kids. The little guy, age 3, asked me if I could come over to his house after dinner. I said, "No, I'm sorry, I can't. It's too late." He thought about this and then inquired, "Can I come over to yours?"
A little while later, he asked me what kind of earrings I had on. Fair enough, I thought. "They're hoop earrings," I answered. He then said, "Your hoop earrings are nice."
Boy, talk about having game...
I was chatting with Carol Little on the phone. She said, "It sounds quiet where you are. Aren't you at work?" I said, "Yes, but I am at a pay phone and no one is ever here but me. Maybe they should just be called Florence Phones since I am the only person who ever uses them..."
A little while later, he asked me what kind of earrings I had on. Fair enough, I thought. "They're hoop earrings," I answered. He then said, "Your hoop earrings are nice."
Boy, talk about having game...
I was chatting with Carol Little on the phone. She said, "It sounds quiet where you are. Aren't you at work?" I said, "Yes, but I am at a pay phone and no one is ever here but me. Maybe they should just be called Florence Phones since I am the only person who ever uses them..."
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