tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7118320.post-60523055807023601892008-04-27T17:00:00.003+01:002008-04-27T17:08:44.595+01:00The other day, Geraint listed his Facebook status as: "Geraint doesn't live in Chicago." Thus prompting this Wall conversation:<br /><br /><b>ME</b>: "I don't live in Chicago, either. But I used to work there... in an old department store..."<br /><b>GERAINT</b>: "But you don't work there anymore?"<br /><b>ME</b>: "No, not since a woman came in and asked for a hammer."<br /><b>GERAINT</b>: "A hammer from the store?"<br /><b>ME</b>: "Indeed. A hammer she wanted. My tool she got."<br /><br />For those of you playing along at home, uhm, this whole exchange isn't really worth explaining. But it strikes me as particularly funny. Perhaps because it's a conversation that played out over three days.<br /><br />I wonder if there is anyone reading this who might have also worked at that same department store. I wonder if they still work there; or if not, why?Chris Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09802450324154596848noreply@blogger.com