I love to share stories about my coworker, Nancy. Nancy is a man and of course, “Nancy” is not his real name. It’s a nickname that my colleague and friend, Bill, and I have determined is most suitable. Nancy is a 46-year old married man with 2 children. He is college-educated and has worked for over 20 years in the finance industry. He is an idiot and a pansy. Click here for more Nancyisms. You won’t be disappointed.
A few days ago Bill, Nancy and I were eating lunch in the cafeteria at our office. Lunchtime conversation turned to family and children and went something like this.
Nancy: I was in my mid-20s when we had our first child.
Bill: Isn’t your oldest child 16?
Nothing Fancy: But aren’t you 46?
Bill and Nothing Fancy just look at each other. Nancy looks confused and we can tell that he is trying to figure out the math. Bill cracks first.
Bill: You were 30 years old when you had your first child.
Nancy: Well, I would have been in my mid-20s if we didn’t have infertility issues.
Bill and Nothing Fancy can no longer look at each other. They stare out the window and hope the moment passes without either of them cracking.