I was driving home from work one day last week and I had a flashback to a party I went to in about 2000 or 2001. Some guy there asked me the Stupidest Question Ever and as I thought about it, I thought, “hmmm, I could write a blog about this one.” Me and Tiff laugh about it all the time. Now, the challenge is to convey it well, better than a “you-had-to-be-there” punch line. So, here goes …
We were somewhere around 25 and at a party at the house of one of her friends, who was also her boss at the time. There were probably 40 people there, quite a few from her work. Since she worked at Victoria’s Secret, it was a bunch of women co-workers gabbing and a bunch of guys drinking beer and talking to the other husbands/boyfriends who didn’t know anybody there.
I was standing there in the back yard with Tiff and there was a nice-sized pool. It was nighttime and there were these plastic floating thingies in the pool with lit candles in the middle. They were kind of nice and were a nice touch by the host.
I’m in the middle of talking to a few people, and a guy walked up and broke into the conversation with the Stupidest Question Ever. No, “What’s your name?” or “How’s it going?” or “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this.” His icebreaker, the Stupidest Question Ever, was, [Read more…]