Monday, July 04, 2005

Proud Papa

In honor of this, the birthday of our great nation, I would like to offer the following anecdote:
Me: Congratulations on your new baby.
Co-worker: Thanks.
Me: Everybody's doing fine?
Co-worker: Oh yeah. Doing well. Well, he was a big guy, kind of rough on his momma, you know. A real seam-splitter. But she's recovering well.
Me: [stunned pause, quick attempt at recovery] Good, good. Glad to hear it. Well, take care.
Ay, caramba!


  1. Good recovery, given the circumstances. You have a gift.

  2. Your mistake:
    "Doing fine?" = health = body = (in those circumstances) boobs or naughty bits = nothing you want to hear. New father likely traumatized and can think of nothing other than the abdominal earthquake he witnessed, resulting in the loss of what was previously his property. Next time, quit while you're ahead!

  3. Granted, allowances must be made for the sleep deprived idiocy of fresh parenthood. On the other hand I have been through the aforementioned "trauma" twice without ever having mentioned my wife's "seams" to casual acquaintances at work.