neversremedy8 | One of Those Conversations

Co-author (R): Hey there... I just got your msg.
I'm here, too.

Me: I see that. Are you ready to work? Or do you need a few minutes to vent and/or share?

R: *snaps to attention* Work was the suck. Done venting, at the moment. Ready to work!

Me: *laughs* Sorry work sucked. Let's get back to work. We covered the keyboarding issues . . . sort of.

R: Yup-ish.

Me: Still not clear [. . . a whole bunch of story stuff I'm not going to reveal. Stream of pointed questions.]

R: Good questions.

me: Good stall tactic.

R: Thank you.

me: I recognize managerial devices when I see them. You're welcome.

R: I use it when dealing with people too smart for my own good.

me: Nice flattery ploy, but it won't work. I know you're smarter than I am.

R: *shrug* It's not about being smarter... (and I think you have the leg-up, there... mine's divided).

me: Answer the questions, or I'll start using male gender pronouns for you.
*waggles finger*
*threateningly*

R: WAH! OKIES!
Researching something... give me a sec.

me: *plays elevator music in her brain*
Why is it always "Girl from Ipanema?!"