Hopeful Pessimism: Just once I'd like to see a headline...
Ok, you must go to Jonathan's blog and read the article about the British man who redecorated his entire condo to look like the bridge of the Voyager and then went bankrupt.
But I also made a comment and it reminded me of a true story.
I was in a training class once, as a student, when the instructor was trying to make some kind of point, possibly about many options that looked very similar to one another. He coiuld see that no one understood what the hell he was saying, and so he pointed to me and asked,
"Meredith, how many pairs of black shoes do you own?"
I am supposing that he wanted a number, and I was prepared to give him one, but first I had a qualifying question.
"Winter or summer?"
And of course, that made sense to all the women in the room, but being that this was Sprint, where all the men had only 4 pairs of khakis and 2 pairs of shoes - 1 pair of sneakers, and 1 pair of rubber-soled brown things - they didn't get it. Especially not the instructor, and he clearly thought I was being a wiseass. [The actual number isn't the point, really, and I don't remember how many pairs of shoes I have anyway. Just like I don't remember how old I am or how much I weigh. The answer to all those things is, enough.]
This goes to the classic legal adage: never ask a question of a witness if you don't know what they're going to answer.
Let this be a lesson to all of you on Valentine's Day.