Atypical Neurotic writes:
Some years back, a friend of mine was visiting a married couple that he had worked with previously, but who had relocated to a different city. During the visit, the three of them were invited to dinner by an acquaintance of the couple. It quickly became apparent to my friend that the couple had set him up, and sure enough, at an appropriate break in the evening’s hilarity, they bowed out discreetly. My friend spared me the details, since he knew I wasn’t interested in them. But he did say that the host had black table napkins. To that I responded, “I’ll bet he had black bedsheets too”. My friend was flabbergasted at what he took to be my uncanny perceptiveness. I don’t recall what I had said after that, but it was clear to me that black napkins are a tell. Incontrovertible evidence, in fact, of the truth of the title of this post.
Now I am going to put my MacBook in sleep mode and go for a walk in the beautiful sunshine. At this latitude and with my skin pigmentation, I make it a point never to let a single photon go to waste.
Have a great Sunday, everyone.
Black everything sounds goth, not adulterous…
At least, that’s what I’d think.
Oh well; whatever…
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This was 1987. Black napkins were the height of yuppie edginess. And, il va sans dire, très gay. Very Crate & Barrel.
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