Come Again?

With my boss picking up the new gig and all, I gladly picked up some of his "bitch work" as I lovingly call it.

Today, he asked me to switch over a flight for him to LA to see the Toxic one. I'm like, sure sure. It's not like I have a major event to coordinate or anything (I jest!).

At any rate, the nice lady at the airline was like, we can switch it over, but I do have to ask you some questions.

I said, shoot.

"Do you read, write and speak English?"

Am I speaking a different language now?

"Would you mind helping others?"

I'm a giver.

"Can you lift over 35 pounds?"

In my sleep.

She started laughing. It's nice to see that she found my responses as amusing as I found her questions.