copperbadge's Journal

So, I'm researching a prospect. This is always exciting to me because it's still new, though my colleagues are used to it so they're amused by my enthusiasm.

Me: Oh good, I found his wife.
Coworker: Yeah?
Me: Well, I thought he was widowed, I felt bad for the guy.
Coworker: Wait, you found the name of the woman he's married to, or you found him a wife he could marry?
Me: The woman he's married to.
Coworker: We are actually in a pretty good place to be yentas, now that I think about it.
Me: He's a filthy rich race car enthusiast who lives in the tropics. I'd marry him myself.

I might have to come up with some kind of new tag for this. "Sam stalks the wealthy" perhaps.

Actually I hate the tropics. I also hate the weather in Chicago right now; last year this time we were blizzarding, this year it's like...fifty degrees and humid. What the fuck, planet Earth.