Thursday, March 10, 2005
( 9:23 AM ) teahouse
The other day I was at a firm lunch with my coworkers, and we all got into a conversation about the strangest topic: if we were all stranded on a desert island, which one of us would we kill and eat first?
There was no argument that we would all pick R; a fourth-year associate. And why, might you ask?
R is from the Midwest, blond, happy and totally corn-fed. Also, R is a Mormon, which means he's led a clean life. No drinking, no smoking.
What can I say? I'd take a well-marbled R steak over any of the other lean, sinewy, sleep-deprived coworkers. #