I asked a co-worker this morning how things were going. That’s a meaningless phrase, now that I think about it. What things? Where are they going?
His answer: things were just peachy. And I realized that didn’t answer the question. Peachy isn’t a destination. “Where are you going? Peachy?”
I asked him if there were any other fruit that might describe his day. Kiwi? Watermellon? Strawberry? He wasn’t aware of any other fruits. He was walking very fast.
I suggested peachy was better than his day going bananas, and I hope his day didn’t get all figged up. I think he was trotting now.
Conversations with me before coffee hurt everybody involved.
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Hey…it beats sour grapes and rotten apples!
Now orange you glad I chimed in?
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I thought you’d be grapefruitful for my post, so don’t give me a raison to punish you.
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You prune better cut it out.
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Its uncanney how you pick on fresh fruit.
..and I don’t want to hear anyone wine through the grapevine.
p.s. If you are what you eat, I’m staying away from the nuts!
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