I told a client I’d drop off her brochures today, just as soon as I got them in from the printer.
“Really?” she said, sounding sort of amazed. “You don’t mind?”
“Not in the least! It would be my pleasure! I’ll just swing by in the afternoon!”
Yes! That’s me! All about service! I’ll just swing by—kind of like Tarzanon a vine, except instead of a banana, I’ll have 40,000 brochuresunder my arm.
When the printer showed up, the receptionist buzzed me. “He wants to know where he should put the brochures,” she said.
“Just have him leave them by your desk.”
“It’s a whole skid.”
Ah, yes, a skid.
Like the sound my brain makes when it’s driving along and a number jumps out in front of it.