I was once infatuated with a boy who did not return my affections. My boss at the time was trying to get me see this. He had several different ways to communicate this fact to me, one of which he was sure would open my eyes. The first thing he tried was to order a cake to be delivered to the workplace. The cake had a message written on it in icing, which read simply “Get over it.” I had to admit it was a good cake for coming from a supermarket.
Another way he tried to communicate to me that my feelings for this boy were not mutual was to use a striking image. He told me, “Here you are thinking about him endlessly, while he’s probably at home thinking about cutting his toenails.”
In this holiday week, I would like to tell all you nonny mice that I cherish you all as my friends. Whenever I cut my toenails, I always think only of you.
Toenails if you are lucky. And also putting ‘Get over it’ on a T-shirt in capital letters or trailing the message from a plane would surely make the point
cutting one’s toenail is a beautiful, delicate, intimate gesture that should never be used in disparaging comparisons. it flatters me no end, li’l p., that you should think of me when cutting your toenail! i think of you while flossing!
That’s so funny, like ha-ha but also a-ha! I say that because I, too, thought of you while cutting.