“Well, he doesn’t drink like a girl.”
Okay, that sounds a lot more charming and witty in a Scottish brogue.
So, we’re having the monthly “Birthday Celebration” for the department today and the VP/CIO introduces me to everyone for something like the third time. And, again, the jokes about how they keep me locked up in Storage Room B or, as the CIO likes to call it “The Bat Cave”, are all trotted out to make their appearances. That leads to a number of jokes about how no one knows who am I or what I do. Then, suddenly, Alex, who is a great bear of a Scot lets off with “Well, he doesn’t drink like a girl, I can tell you that much!” And the room erupts with shocked laughter. Personally, I took it as high praise coming from a Scottish ex-pat who used to work in a foundry. If anyone is a fair judge of drinking “talent” it would be he.
Okay, now at this point you may be asking yourself what that’s all about. No, I am not a big drinker, though I have been in the past. And, while I do enjoy a good Scotch whiskey now and again, I do not have a great tolerance for alchohol. But, I also don’t go around bragging about how I can drink any man under the table, either. See, we have a co-worker, Mike, who was absent today, that does just that, but is a bit of a light-weight. So, now, they make fun of the poor guy.
Later, I thanked Alex for the complient and someone said that the only thing was it would have been better if Mike were there to hear it! Everyone laughed and Alex said that he’d tell him. Better yet, he’d e-mail him about it!
So, while I may be many things, some desirable and some not, at least I don’t drink like a girl.
