C - A - T is CAT
I imagine my co-workers must be perplexed when hearing my phone conversations with my wife. Ours is a language so commonplace to us yet foreign to others.
This is a fairly common dialogue from my end of the phone.
How high is he?
Did he ever come down from breakfast?
Do you think it's because of the site change?
I thought the reservoir looked fine.
Uggh! He's crying?
Tell him he can't have a snack until he comes down.
How long ago did you test him?
OK, talk to you later. Yeah, pork chops will be fine.
So what can my co-worker Candice be thinking? I imagine it's a little something like this:
Wow, this new guy is really handsome. I mean if you're into that sort of Brad Pitt meets George Clooney meets Ralph Fiennes meets James Bond type of thing.
Still, dazzling good looks aside, there's something odd going on at home with this guy. Not sure what it is. At first I thought his son was having a pot smoking problem. But he has a picture of his son on his desk. He can't be more than 4 years old. Not possible, right? Though I think I'm starting see what's going on here.
I think they recently moved. They had a "site change" as he calls it. Apparently they uprooted the family from some place near a "reservoir" and now the son is really angry. So angry that he has climbed up somewhere very high like the roof of the house or a water tower. I'm not exactly sure where. All I know is he's been up there since breakfast and refuses to come down. Meanwhile it seems the wife is "testing" him while he's up there. Just insane! I mean seriously, lady! Get a ladder and get your son before he gets hurt. Now's not the time for C - A - T is CAT!