A Gentleman Travels

April 15th, 2008

With a weekly whirlwind of business meetings and romantic rendezvous scattered throughout this great country of ours, a gentleman cannot be expected to always know what city he’s physically in. For a gentleman on the go, a guesstimate suffices.

PhoningMan: Your phone is off.

SecludedMan: I’m in seclusion.

PhoningMan: I wasn’t sure you were back from Chicago.

SecludedMan: Thats why Im in seclusion.

PhoningMan: Chicago?…I thought you were going to a wedding.

SecludedMan: Black-tie birthday party.

PhoningMan: Fun?

SecludedMan: Not sure…but I do remember screaming at a cab driver, demanding that he take me to Brooklyn.

PhoningMan: I thought you were in Chicago?

SecludedMan: Exactly.

PhoningMan: hahaha

SecludedMan: Then I got nervous because I didnt know what city I was in…. and I lost my glasses.

PhoningMan: Have you talked to people from the party?

SecludedMan: No, and I probably won’t ever again…. By the way, how do you know if your hand is broken or just sprained?

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2 Responses to A Gentleman Travels

  1. wow.

    Been there

  2. i once woke up at 6am on the acela express in manhattan. i live in dc. i know how you feel.

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