I have my Game of Thrones hardcover tucked in my arm as I walk out of the office, giddily looking forward to a little selfish me-time. When I step outside, I am startled to find myself in the midst of a small crowd of smokers and they are equally surprised by my sudden appearance.
"Hey, Roses," one of them says. "Are you selling something?"
I run a self-diagnostic to determine why he'd ask such a question, and decide it is because of the way I am carrying the book. In my mind's eye, I think I might resemble an evangelist toting a Bible.
So I hold the Game of Thrones book out in front of me and in a great, grand voice respond, "Do you have time, brother, to talk about our Lord... Commander?"
Games of Thrones jokes are totally wasted on people who don't actually watch the show.
Thursday, June 16, 2016