Is it really a small small world? - A social experiment
In the last week of August, I walked into a jazz club in Chicago called the Green Mill. It was my last night in the city. I had been there along with two of my colleagues on an official meeting for 4 days. At the end of the 3rd day, we finally got the time to head out without the worry of 8am meetings. I expected to have a lot of fun. Any place that plays live jazz and serves cocktails is a sure shot recipe for it. What I did not expect was to meet Reese. Reese started talking to me with a joke. A sarcastic one. A Chandler Bing kind of joke. Just the kind of joke that gets me tickled. I quickly checked him out from the corner of my eye, (you know, in a way that the other can't tell that he's being checked out. Not sure how good I am at that kind of thing but yeah that was the attempt) and decided to crack a joke back. (Yes, he looked nice enough for that) As an appreciator of good jokes, I know my jokes weren't so good but he laughed. Needless to say, we got along. Nex