Monday, February 12, 2007

Metropolitan Diary

Attention, those involved in finance (you know who you are).

Dear Diary:

As I was heading out of my Upper East Side apartment building to a leisurely breakfast, I happened across a neighbor whose husband is a well-known stock trader on Wall Street. Her darling 5-year old-son had overheard Daddy on the phone with a client, and was quite concerned.

“I know Daddy sells things at his job,” he remarked with consternation, “but why, oh why, did he say he would sell my shorts?”

Andrea Silenzi

1 comment:

rosie said...

I'll be perfectly honest and just admit that I don't understand why this is funny...