So I walk in the door this afternoon, and Mike asks "How was Cranston?".
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How the hell did he think it was?
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Did he think that I traveled to Rhode Island at dawn to see the famous freaking sights of Cranston????
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The kid is a management consultant at a prestigious Washington DC firm, but sometimes I don't think his noggin is on straight.
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What with the crazy questions and all.
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The truth is that Cranston seems to be very ethnically diverse. The Dunkin Donuts where we had coffee was filled with about a dozen very vocal Asians, all speaking a dialect of Chinese at the same time. Then we grabbed a sandwich at lunch at a Lebanese delicatessen. There were a lot of elderly caucasians lingering around a veterans post that abutted our job site.
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That's how Cranston was. Maybe not such a dumb question after all.
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