There was a restraint on my part, or so it seemed as we settled in at table. We ordered two glasses of wine.
As we sipped, I said what will we talk about? Existentialism? But we both agreed we didn’t know what the word meant or how many bakers there are in a dozen. So I said: ” well, the U.S. , as usual, has the wrong end of the stick.” I was referring to Egypt. ” All on Twitter.”
My colleague is an ardent even chauvinistic Brit, and of course, this got his goat because the British drew up that crazy map in the Middle East, and frankly he is going to pay for my services dearly because he thinks because ,as a newly minted American, he can play both sides of the street just because he wears that big belt buckle with a long horned steer.
He said: “that’s because you don’t understand geopolitics.”
As a veteran of these many lunches, I hung my head and allowed this was so. But then perked up. “The U.S. is an aging athlete that peaked with Roger Banister.”
But in the shower the next day, I pondered the policy and realized perhaps this is not a geopolitical question at all, but , roughly, a problem of atomic physics or what is known as the loss of an unstable carbon isotope.
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