A lady stopped by at my office the other day, her young child in tow. He was complaining, because he wanted (for unknown reasons) to go to the first floor, and she was saying they didn’t have time and had to go home. I looked up. To save the day, you know, for that is my wont.
I must have looked particularly bushy-tailed, for he looked at me with his full attention.
“Forget the first floor,” I said, earning his mother’s gratitude. “The ninth floor has the dragon!”
“Oh, thanks,” his mother said, over his eager eyes and arm yanks. But I think she did not mean it.
🙂 🙂 🙂