I used to work with a guy named Chuck. Every time we got in the elevator I would say, “Going up, Chuck?” Cracked myself up. Major eye roll from him. Needless to say, I like this.
It’s like what people used to say about Prince Charles and Lady Diana, “Up Chuck and Di.” Then she went and ruined it by actually dying and now it seems a tad in poor taste.
I used to work with a guy named Chuck. Every time we got in the elevator I would say, “Going up, Chuck?” Cracked myself up. Major eye roll from him. Needless to say, I like this.
It’s like what people used to say about Prince Charles and Lady Diana, “Up Chuck and Di.” Then she went and ruined it by actually dying and now it seems a tad in poor taste.
Oh, dear… and in a strange twist, the Chuck I worked with died, also. Cancer. Hindsight is a bitch, isn’t it?