So I get an email from a good friend, the kind of guy I can talk business, philosophy, religion, or humor with. He’s a very clever guy, capable of extreme wit. The email subject line says:
Backstory: A week ago, someone close to me called me on the phone. Coy, she said, “Guess What???” You know the answer, right? She’s pregnant.
Present Story: I open the email attachment. It is the photo you see…
So I write to my good, good friend:
“Many congratulations! That’s awesome news. Except that they’re both leaving you. That’s sad. But the rest is great!”
I pressed send, and thought, hmmm. That’s pretty rotten of me, on the day one of my best friends tells me he and his wife are pregnant, for me to tell him–even in good humor–that she’s leaving him. And I have to admit, within about a half second of sending the prior message, I wondered, what if she’s not pregnant? What if I’m missing something really big? You know how it is: you walk out the door thinking something is wrong, and you can’t place it, and you’re wearing no pants, or a suit with slippers on your feet, or whatever. So I explained and I hedged a little, and fired off another:
“The hen and chick are walking away in the photo…
If you’re saying what I think, this is a profound, beautiful thing. Ten million congratulations to you. The world needs more people like the both of you, and the world is about to get its medicine.”
Then I looked at the photo again and typed,
“Unless the other answer is Chicken Butt.”
In comes the response:
Um…. Yeah. Its chicken butt. But btw, wtf?
I’ll keep you posted….