It’s the most cliched of all elevator small-talk questions on Monday morning: “How was your weekend?” The inquisitor isn’t really looking for honesty, just a way to kill the time from lobby to 10th floor. And you know that, so you don’t offer much of an answer.
Reality: you spearheaded an intervention on your brother who drinks too much. Your answer to the question “How was your weekend?”: “Sheesh. It was too short.”
Reality: you spent all weekend texting your boyfriend, who did everything he could to avoid coming over to your house and snuggling with you. Your answer: “It was great!”
Reality: you spent your weekend watching NASCAR and drawing erotic charcoal nudes of a co-worker. Your answer: “Just did some stuff around the house.”
Today we launch a new feature on FrontBurner. Think of it as the Monday-morning elevator conversation. Just as brief. Only a little more poetic. Feel free to share your own. Mine for today:
Wham-O Slip ‘n Slide
My son screaming and playing
My yard turns to mud
