FC: “It’s dark in here, turn on the lights.”
Me: “No, I think I like the lights off sometimes—especially with the new fountain. It’s cool and relaxing.”
FC: “Is that what you call it? It’s like a cave in here! If I close my eyes, I’d swear I was standing in Meramec Caverns. All you need now are some bats and the scene will be complete.”
Me: “Really, Chick, you’re such a drama queen! It’s peaceful, it’s tranquil, it keeps my blood pressure down.”
FC: “And, what’s that music you’re playing? Oh for heaven’s sake, Celtic Music for Stress Relief? You’ve GOT to be kidding me!”
Me: “Look, if you don’t like it, don’t listen. I could banish you to the break room and you’d have to sit and listen to Jason and Josh banter with each other all day. Or, I could put you in the conference room and you could freeze to death.”
FC: “Are you threatening me? I’m gonna call that group that protects the rights of ceramic chickens if you keep harassing me!”
Me: “So much for peace and tranquility. Okay, I turned the light back on. Are you happy now?”
FC: “Completely! MY peace and tranquility have now been restored and that is what’s important, after all.”
