At work, everyone asked with vibrant hopeful faces, “What are you gonna do in San Francisco, Gary?”
“I’m gonna sit on Sean’s couch, drink coffee and watch tv.”
Then everyone at work looked at me with sadness and pity lines around the eyes.
Why they expected more is a mystery. When regularly asked, “What are you doing this weekend, Gary?” I always answer the same thing: “I’m going to stay home and put things away where they belong!” This is who I am.