You know, I may or may not get involved in this discussion.
Actually, the preceding sentence is to examine the absurdity of the construction. "I may or may not" makes me do a slow burn whenever someone uses it. An old boss of mine used to make me even crazier by putting hand quotes around the phrase whenever he said it, and he said it pretty often.
It was just over eight years ago that I went to my last office Christmas party, and this man's performance at that one was the reason for my forgoing these annual events, even after he retired. This was a very small gorup, perhaps ten people, so we decided to have a Christmas lunch at the Rattlesnake Club in Denver, a pretty expensive and wonderful place.
When we got there, Bill was in his cups, and we seated ourselves around the table with some trepidation. The waiter came out and Bill ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter got the bottle, opened it, and poured a small glass for everyone at the table.
Bill stood up, grabbed the waiter by the tie and pushed him against the wall. "Listen, you little motherf*****r, that was for me. Bring me another bottle right now."
The silence was overwhelming as we all got up and walked out.
TEd
