Ugh. I’m still feeling a bit under the weather. On the way home from work, I stopped by Whole Foods to get some soup. As I was walking out of there, this guy ahead of me dropped a glove, so I picked it up and ran to give it to him. “Sir, I think you dropped this.” Just then a cashier came up and put a baguette in his shopping cart. Apparently he left it at the register. The guy thanked both of us, paused for a bit of comic effect, and said, “Okay. I think I can leave now.” I walked out to the newstand and picked up a copy of the Blade. We passed each other again by the elevators, and he called out, “Y’know, that would’ve been the third right glove this week.” Ha.
Okay, must eat my soup and go to sleep.
9 replies on “Chicken soup time”
Awww. Pauvre Jeffy!
*hugs from far enough away not to become infected*
Feel better soon!
Heh. Don’t you just love how people tell you to feel better, as if you wouldn’t just feel better if you could? Feel better anyhow.
Thanks! Tee hee, re: “feel better.” Well, when you put it that way, it’ll seem like more of an accomplishment when I do get well. So, uh, yay… I won’t let you down! Though it may take 1-2 business days, and lots of chicken soup. 😉
Wait. Why am I still up? O computer, you evil temptress, siren of cyberspace.
(Yup, the drugs are kicking in.)
Thump Thump Thump…
Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
Okay, it isn’t the Great Plague of 1665. Pawww, Jeff. Hope you are feeling better soon. It’s all this chivalry, Sir Jeffahad. Or is it all this travelling? Anyway, you are run-down, me boy. Rest up and get yourself well for a great Crimble (Christmas to you folks).
Nate mixes a concoction for Jeff:
Eyelash of Rupert Everett, patchwork pant of Rufus Wainwright, undershirt of Eric McCormack… ahhhh, I knew that would revive you… te heh. Take care, Jeff.
Nate, what have you been smoking? And where do I get some?
How good of you to assemble my celebrity trinity. Sharp as a tack, as always. Thank you, kind sir.
Jeff, Nate’s been smoking a healthy dose of “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” as many intelligent and attractive folks have been doing for eons. Honestly, are we gonna have to sit you down Clockwork Orange-style to get you up to speed on all things Python?? 😉
Getting off her Hermione-esque soap box to take some meds,
Rajani (cough, achoo!) 🙂
*gives jeff some more soup*
Being sick is no fun. But hey, you can stay home and watch movies with naked men all day. 😉
Oh my God, all y’all are crazy.
But Jeffy possibly can’t enjoy the naked men film festival without me. Then again, maybe he can.
Oh, poo.
Oh oh oh!
*sends a crocheted scarf and hat your way*
Get rested, sweetie. *hug*
Yum. Yum. You remind me of the boy on that Campbell’s soup ad. Remember how the ice melts, and the snowman turns into a boy? Last night and tonight I have food from Goldilocks. (Not having to cook gives me time to rest before dinner at seven o’clock p.m.) Take care.