Before Daisy entered preschool, for about two and a half years, she had a nanny we'll call Julia. She was an excellent nanny and an all-around sweetheart, but we haven't done a very good job of keeping in touch with her the last few years. We got back into touch with her recently, because some very good friends of ours are due to squirt out a baby any day now and they're considering hiring a nanny. We introduced them to Julia, which led to this conversation:
Good friend: Julia came over last night to see where we live.
Me: How'd that go?
Good friend: Pretty well. And she sure speaks highly of you and Hank.
Me: We all got along pretty well.
Good friend: She kept going on about how nice you guys were. Even you.
Me: Yeah yeah.
Good friend: She thinks you're a lot nicer than you really are.
Me: I suppose that could be true.
Good friend: Julia talked about whenever she was feeling under the weather, you'd buy her juice with lots of vitamin C.
Me: Yes, I did!
Good friend: She was really impressed by that.
Me: I'm a thoughtful guy.
Good friend: You just bought her that so she wouldn't get sick and need time off, huh?
This is what my FRIENDS think of me. Don't they know that I'm just a big cudddly teddy bear?
On a totally separate note, the Safeway supermarket near my house carries about 10 different varieties of lube. Do all supermarkets carry that kind of lube selection or is it just a San Francisco thing?