Last week my girlfriend surprised me with a pop quiz about my housemate. I couldn’t answer a single question; I wasn’t even sure what he did for a living. Over the next couple of days I did some investigative work and was surprised to learn that I reside with an officer of the law. I related the story to a friend this afternoon; he couldn’t help but laugh at my ignorance. “That’s hilarious,” he said. “How long have you been living with this guy?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, a little uncertainly; “about three years.”
He laughed again. The joyful chuckle came to an abrupt halt. “Actually,” he said “I have no idea of my housemate’s occupation.”
We both laughed.
“But that doesn’t really count,” he continued; “it’s not as though we’re close friends or anything.”
“That’s true,” I agreed. I thought about his comment for a moment - I had absolutely no idea what my friend did either. I glanced at him searching for clues and caught him looking back with similar confusion.
We both laughed.
“I don’t know,” I replied, a little uncertainly; “about three years.”
He laughed again. The joyful chuckle came to an abrupt halt. “Actually,” he said “I have no idea of my housemate’s occupation.”
We both laughed.
“But that doesn’t really count,” he continued; “it’s not as though we’re close friends or anything.”
“That’s true,” I agreed. I thought about his comment for a moment - I had absolutely no idea what my friend did either. I glanced at him searching for clues and caught him looking back with similar confusion.
We both laughed.