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I was having a bad day, OK?
A really, really long, not-good day.
And when I ended it by accidentally spattering a cup of water onto several folders, documents, and um, some random Hazelnut k-cups in my bureau, I really let myself have it.
“Well, flackeny floppity flippers!” I told me sternly.
“Brilliant move, PK! Nicely done…” I said, turning around just in time to see a coworker looking at me like I had Nutter Butters sprouting out of my nostrils.
Cold busted, I just shrugged and impishly said, “Oh, hey, Rob! I was just, um. You know, arguing with myself.”
We both started to crack up when he said, “Oh, I know. I was just letting you finish.”
“I was totally winning!” I said with a snort.
I thanked him for turning my pity party into a delightful diversion. PK did, too.
But it got me to thinking about talking to oneself. I’m not the only human indulging in this type of chatter, correct?
Of course I'm not. Read all about my thoughts on the subject (and Patty's, too) in my Sunday column:
"What's Up, PK? Eh, Not Much..."
We'll both catch you then!