Wednesday, August 16, 2006
[My Cool Boss pokes her head in my office doorway.]
MCB: [low voice] What’s the chocolate situation look like today?
Me: One second.
[Opens bottom left desk drawer where stash of Parisian chocolate is stored.]
Okay, I was just about to crack open the Truffe Noir selection.[Furiously opening box, then ripping open foil to uncover beloved chocolat noir.]
MCB: Oh, don’t open it on my account.
Me: Oh, I’m not. Trust me. Is the dark chocolate okay?
MCB: Yes, I’m definitely feeling dark.
[breaks off a rivet of chocolat Truffe Noir and takes a bite slowly.]
Me: Look! It comes in rivets!
MCB: Well, hello there…
Oh…[chew]….Oh my. Indeed, yes.
Me: It’s good?
[Takes a bite. Enjoys in silence for a while. Looks at MCB.]
Yeah. That’s…that’s….yeah. Holy crap. That's intense.
MCB: That’s good.[Exit MCB]
Me: That is good. Hey, thanks for going to Paris.
MCB: Any time.
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