Last Friday I called my friend Drew to see if he was keen to catch up for a drink. I can’t remember the last time he came out, and I was sure he’d say no; I was really just touching base.
“To be honest I can’t be bothered,” he said. “The city is full of dicks on the weekend.”
“Do you want to go down to Sammy’s for a pizza then?” I asked.
“Nah, not tonight,” he said. “I’m not in the mood for Italian.”
“Why are you so negative?” I taunted. “It doesn’t matter what I ask, you always say no. If I invited you on an all expenses paid holiday to Thailand you’d probably turn it down.”
“I’m just as positive as you,” he said; “you just phrase things in a way that makes me sound bad. The negative attitude towards a night on the town is actually a positive attitude toward an evening at home, the lack of enthusiasm I showed for the pizza is an eagerness for an alternative cuisine, and the opposition I’d present to your tropical getaway is a contentedness with my life here.”
I hung up and called Jeff.
“To be honest I can’t be bothered,” he said. “The city is full of dicks on the weekend.”
“Do you want to go down to Sammy’s for a pizza then?” I asked.
“Nah, not tonight,” he said. “I’m not in the mood for Italian.”
“Why are you so negative?” I taunted. “It doesn’t matter what I ask, you always say no. If I invited you on an all expenses paid holiday to Thailand you’d probably turn it down.”
“I’m just as positive as you,” he said; “you just phrase things in a way that makes me sound bad. The negative attitude towards a night on the town is actually a positive attitude toward an evening at home, the lack of enthusiasm I showed for the pizza is an eagerness for an alternative cuisine, and the opposition I’d present to your tropical getaway is a contentedness with my life here.”
I hung up and called Jeff.