One Sweet Guy!

Returning home from St. Louis the other day, my wife was telling me about the man who handles the mail in her office and distributes it around to the schools in the county. She said that he made a pot of coffee early each morning and brought her a cup when he brought her the mail. She ended by saying, “He’s such a sweet man.”

Not being one to let anything go, I mentioned that, “ Right now there is probably someone saying that same thing about me – ‘Bill’s such a sweet guy.’”

“In your dreams.” Was the response.

I proceeded to tell her that since she knew so many more people than I, it was kind of dependent on her to let people know what kind of person I am. I mentioned that she should say something nice about me every day, so that people would understand that I am a sweet guy. I suggested that she try saying something nice about me then – kind of as practice.

With almost no hesitation, she responded, “Well, I don’t ever remember you smelling really, really bad.”

“Sheesh! I’m serious, you can do better than that.”

“And ever since I’ve known you, you have always remained the same height.”

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