I delight in blindsiding people

Yesterday I joined a listserv where I know one of the members—or more correctly, know who he is—although he doesn’t know me.  I mentioned in my subscription email that I’d joined the list because I wanted to grab a couple of articles this guy had written, to which the listowner responded, “Oh, how do you know <name>?”  I replied that it was a roundabout tale, but if she wanted to know she could ask him to explain about Canterbury and the Blue Book, because I’d dropped his jaw with that bit, at a Mensa Regional Gathering several years ago.  (The original story is nearly thirty years old, by now.)  Today he posted to the list, and I quote, “OMG. <jaw drops again> [THUD.]”

::cackles evilly::

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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