And so we got chatting. This and that, still polite.
“What do you do?” he asked.
I’m still always slightly thrown by that question. Where I come from, it’s not a question people ask. They simply enquire, “Are you working?”
We can have a little fun, maybe even a little flirting here, I thought, suddenly. “Why don’t you guess?” I hoped I had a slightly mischievous twinkle in my question.
“Well.” He paused. “From the look of you, I reckon it’s easy to tell”.
Go on then.
“I’m going to guess that you work as a lawyer for a local authority. I’m right, aren’t I?”
Well holy, holy fuck. Drastic total makeover? Immediate suicide? Burst into tears and have a breakdown? I’m not sure of the correct response.
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