Three adults seated at a round table in a formal restaurant setting. Two people, a man and a woman on the left, appear engaged in conversation, the man gesturing with his hands. The third person, an older man sitting opposite them, looks serious and slightly surprised. A speech bubble with an exclamation mark points to him, indicating he is reacting to the conversation. The table is set with wine glasses, plates, and a lit candle between them.

Secret Message

My husband, Michael, and I were at a restaurant with his boss, a rather stern older man. When Michael started telling a story I was sure he’d already shared, I gave him a kick under the table.

There was no response, so I gave him another poke. Still the story went on.

Suddenly he stopped, grinned and said, “Oh, but I’ve told you this one before, haven’t I?”

We all chuckled and changed the subject. Later, on the dance floor, I asked my husband why it had taken him so long to get my message.

Work History

My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned… couldn’t concentrate.

Then I worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn’t hack it, so they gave me the ax.

After that I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn’t suited for it, mainly because it was a sew-sew job.

Next I tried working in a muffler factory, but that was too exhausting.

Then I tried to be a chef. I figured it would add a little spice to my life, but I just didn’t have the thyme.

I attempted to be a deli worker, but any way I sliced it, I couldn’t cut the mustard.

My best job was being a musician, but eventually I found I wasn’t noteworthy.

I studied a long time to become