A Danger of Literalism

The normal American pile of junk mail.  This household needs a cat to sit on it.  By Dvortygirl (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
The normal American pile of junk mail. This household needs a cat to sit on it. By Dvortygirl (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
The Boffin was showing me catalogs one-by-one, so I could give the approval whether to keep or recycle. He showed me the latest book of adult education class offerings from one of the local school districts. This was the organization with the knitting class that went pear-shaped that I mentioned in my How Do You Make Close Friends? post.  Of course, I reacted with my usual level of decorum.

“FUCK THAT!”

The Boffin, with a look of puzzlement on his face, looks at his crotch and retorted:

“But I’ll get paper cuts.”

13 thoughts on “A Danger of Literalism

  1. Of all the things I hate about being an adult, junk mail is right at the top of my list. I don’t mind the responsibility or the bills or the baby puke, but I do very much take exception with the junk mail. I have to believe NW suburbs mail is particularly bad – I don’t remember it being nearly this awful anywhere else I’ve lived.

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  2. How about when they make the outside of the envelope look official, like an important bill or from the govt, then you open it, and they are inviting you to a sale! I hate that!

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