Game of Thrones: I Worship It, Apparently

It's lunchtime.

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.