“Of all the unobservant, unempathetic ideas you have
ever
… !” The words that followed did not reflect well on my education or profession, but I think they made my stance on redundant excitement pretty clear.
“Good,” he said.
“Good?”
“I just wanted to offer options. I hoped you’d choose the two pizzas I have in the car, plus the bottle of fine red wine and a tape—Joan Crawford at her worst. That’s what I call really exciting.”
Halfway to the car, he stopped and said, “And I’m sorry for not listenin’ to you better. For too many knee-jerk reactions. I was way wrong.”
So when all was said and done, even the things said and done this particular week, it was evident that there were still a few good men around.
Now that’s what I call really exciting.