Reeking Haddock in the Workplace

The Barn Project, coupled with the up and coming Blueberry Vacation, caused me to have to call our financial advisor to move some money around.  I hate doing this during the day, especially when my office mate is present.  The fact is that we are land rich, and the other fact is that two parents and a grandfather have died, gone to heaven, and left us their earthly goods, but we're not rolling in dough.  If we were, I wouldn't have to call the financial advisor.

Anyway, to assuage any fears my co-worker might have had that I belong to some millionaire club or something, after I hung up the phone I muttered under my breath "I'm spending money like I had it."

My office mate, however, hadn't been listening,  and this comment reached him from some far place out in left field.  Also, he is from Louisiana.

"Is that some kind of New England expression?" he asked in his slow southern drawl.

"Uh, no, I don't think so.."  I said.

"Well...how does a fish spend money?  It doesn't have pockets."

He thought I said I was spending money like a haddock. 

"Well, you know," I said, thinking quickly, " they don't need pockets because they spend money for the halibut."

Predictably it went downhill from there.

tags: new job