The Maker and I were having lunch together and I was telling him this fairly long, drawn-out story about how his father and I are so different. He was utterly still and listening to my every word.
I explained how I was the bubbly social one and his dad was the reserved, quiet one (rock bands notwithstanding — c’mon, he’s the bass player, that counts as reserved). I recounted numerous examples then closed my rambling monologue with pithy sentiment tired old cliché:
“And that’s why they say,” I finished triumphantly, “‘Opposites attract’!”
The Maker considered this a moment, then crinkled up his brow. “Oh,” he commented. “I thought it was ‘No taxation without representation.”
I feel like I probably deserved that.
Image by dwulff (Awesome photo, huh? Cracks me all up.)
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