So this weekend I have off, but I am working on a project for work, updating our rum list. It's been more of a project than I expected, but I am almost done with it.
Anyways, I was working on it on my computer this morning when there came a knock on my door. I answered it, and there was a U.S. Census worker. Cool. I wanted to do the census. So I stand there in the doorway answering his questions as he fills out the form.
But I started to be amused pretty quickly. First I had to deal with the utterly distracting blonde in a bikini at the pool that I spied over the shoulder of the census taker. I love having a pool view. I really, really do.
But then, as I tried to focus more on the gentleman at my door, the only thing I could think of was Dr. Lecter's famous comment: "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti."
And yes, I am certain I had a bottle of chianti on my wine rack. No fava beans, though. Fortunately for the poor unsuspecting census worker.
Anyways, I was working on it on my computer this morning when there came a knock on my door. I answered it, and there was a U.S. Census worker. Cool. I wanted to do the census. So I stand there in the doorway answering his questions as he fills out the form.
But I started to be amused pretty quickly. First I had to deal with the utterly distracting blonde in a bikini at the pool that I spied over the shoulder of the census taker. I love having a pool view. I really, really do.
But then, as I tried to focus more on the gentleman at my door, the only thing I could think of was Dr. Lecter's famous comment: "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti."
And yes, I am certain I had a bottle of chianti on my wine rack. No fava beans, though. Fortunately for the poor unsuspecting census worker.
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