Clearly, I Am a Master of Toast
January 10, 2009 § 2 Comments
A few weeks ago, Scott asked for my help picking a speech topic — apparently, for some reason, he joined his office’s Toastmasters group, which meets over lunch every Wednesday, and it was his turn to make his introductory talk.
I made three suggestions, and the first two received extreme eyerolls:
1. The cats.
3. Our 2008 vacations, of which there are four, so he could spend one minute on each trip.
He started jotting ideas for No. 3, but then I interrupted.
“I have figured out exactly what I would do, if I were in your shoes,” I told him.
“I would call in sick. Or I would skip it.”
He was unamused.
On Wednesday night, when I came back upstairs from the gym, he was sitting at the dining room table, scribbling on a piece of paper. When I asked what he was doing, he said he was working on his speech.
“I’m just going to speak about myself, like they recommend, but it’s hard,” he explained.
“What happened to the lunch last week?” I asked. “They didn’t get to you?”
“I skipped it,” he answered.
I was amused.