I say old chap, cheerio and pip pip, vague British grumbling
Hail and well met, good sir!
We’ll start the Midwest good-byes just as soon as everyone says hello. Should only take a few hours.
Just had a proper, well as proper as it could be over the phone, Minnesota goodbye on my birthday. One of my close friends still up there had us saying goodbye for about an hour.
Oh hey I should really be going… nine conversations later… gosh it got so late
Remember, you have to slap the thighs when you say, “Welp, I guess I should head out” or it doesn’t count!
There are an astounding number of ways to play with your keys once you’ve got them in your hand, thinking “Keys are out. I’m gone. For realsies this time.”
Mom can we just GO now?!
Thank you! Hello! Thank you!
All right, I need an adjudication here: is a “Catholic goodbye” the type that my mother and her family uses, vide licet, the protracted farewell that would never end if I didn’t step in and say, “OK, later, hosers!”? Or is the “Irish goodbye” just someone ducking out surreptitiously, without preamble?
All I know is after mass, “Ite, missa est,” and I’m out the door (always sit in the back by myself).
That was me.
But he was so sweaty. I was afraid he’d stroke out on the sidewalk out front, and that would have been more trouble than just letting him come in and get that core temp down a few degrees.
Man’s wearing a leather coat in Alabama, seems like he dug his own grave. Still, your compassion does you credit.
Just make sure he wipes down his bar stool.
Don’t mind me, just sitting here sippin’ bourbon and waiting for the rain to stop in the amenity room…