Barry : What's all this? You're moving? When were you going to tell me?
Paul : Just told you, didn't I?
Barry : Oh.
Paul : You know. Can't talk to you right now, my heart is too broken to continue.
Barry : What! What did you -
Non-plussed by my sudden melodramatic pause, the man scrambled for something to say, rambling on in stuttering mumbles for a few seconds before I stopped him.
Paul : Seriously I was kidding.
Barry : What?!
Paul : Don't know what made me do it.
Barry : Gggrrr...
What made me suddenly blurt that out? I really wouldn't know since it's possibly something utterly Freudian. Or else just an insane moon phase I'm going through - especially since I wickedly recalled the astonished look on his face as I asked for the bill in the middle of his earnest pronouncement. Since he clearly expected a far more dramatic exit rather than a cool bill transaction with the waiter, I decided to grant him that pleasure. Poor guy never saw it coming. Seriously though, I think if Barry was the kinda man who swore bloody murder, a string of perfectly nasty expletives would have come streaming out, enough to make a sailor blush. Or possibly he was wishing that I was close enough to be throttled. :)
I apologized thoroughly for giving him that minor heart attack though, even offered to send him money for lunch ( or else to help him recoup the 200k shortfall in his half yearly sales estimates ). So don't hate the poor guy. Certainly blameless since it wasn't his fault that things didn't turn out all rosy the way I wanted. Despite the all-too-apparent rejection, he's still one of the nicest guys I know :)