Saturday, September 15, 2007

R.I.P.

After I rang Bike Boy about the fridge, he apparently had a conversation that went like this:


Bike Boy (hanging up the phone): Huh. I just got some really bad news from home.

Colleague (looking concerned): Oh no... What's happened?

Bike Boy: The beer fridge died.

Colleague: Man, that is tragic!

Bike Boy: But you don't understand! This fridge, we've had it for 22 years, it was a bargain factory second and it had a Guinness tap on the door.*

There's a brief moment of silence.

Colleague: We'll understand if you need to go home.



*Yes, my man takes his home brewing very seriously.

4 comments:

Chris H said...

Hope the man is over the grieving by now and has gone a gotten a new beer fridge! We have two beer fridges! And heir and a 'spare' ha ha ha!

Sara said...

Oh....

I hardly know what to say. I suppose it's just a matter of letting the grieving process take it's natural course?

linda said...

I'll send him some flowers

Debstar said...

poor bike boy!!

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