Written by: Randy Stein
Below is an e-mail from James sent to me in 2005. I read it often. It almost goes without saying that there was no title, and no further explanation. It was just this. Classic James. I thought it was only right to share. Here it is:
I was in an elevator with a trashy blonde and this was our conversation:
ME: You just move in?
HER: Yeah. Hi, I’m Trista.
ME: I’m James. So… is that “Trista” with two T’s?
HER: Nope. Just one. T-R-I-S-T-A.
ME: But that’s two T’s.
HER: No, it isn’t. Oh……. yeah, it is. I forgot to count that first one.
HER: So… are you a chef?
HER: Then why are you wearing a white shirt?