So this morning I asked her what she thought of Rope-a-dope Charlie?
To which she replied, “What is a Rope-a-dope?”
Seriously, I thought. I told her that wasn’t the point. And again asked her what she thought of Charlie.
“Who the fuck is Charlie?” she asked, obviously irritated.
You know - the little guys selling the pet hams, on the corner in front of the Olive Garden.
“I hate the Olive Garden, their salad is nasty.”
OMG. This women is impossible to converse with.
((we stared ate each other for a long, awkward moment))
Listen sister - I know, that you know, who I’m talking about. So - please just tell me what you think of him.
“I can’t answer you. I don’t know why you keep calling him Rope-a-dope.”
*ding and decide*
