La, la, la, la – I can’t hear you

My sunglasses broke — my prescription fancy-pants sunglasses — Valentino, if you’re curious. I bought a new pair at Shoppers Drug Mart. They are not fancy, but they’ll do until I can get them fixed.

Because I was so distraught – and because I hate my temporary ones — I was complaining about my glasses to two youngish colleagues as we were walking out of the office after a long day at the factory.

Without thinking I said: “Yeah, they’re broken but it looks pretty easy to fix. I just need a little screw.”

So they laughed and laughed — and I realized what I said. Ha ha on me. I kinda started to apologize in a joking way since they were younger colleagues who I did not know very well and I may have perhaps – inadvertently – offended them. But they had none of it….one of them even said: “We all do”. They – apparently – like it when older colleagues lighten up. Oh, they just need to get to know me a bit better. But I tend to keep my extreme lightheartedness to myself with people I don’t know well.

I didn’t quite put my fingers in my ears and starting singing: “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you.” But I did express mock prudishness. I am far from a prude, but I enjoy pretending to be sometimes.


  1. “this is our new book” “is there sex in it?” asks Christine…

    yeah, really prudish….

  2. With young colleagues — in a work setting. Not with friends. That includes you my dear Sean.

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