It’s Sunday, which is apparently a day for mealy apples and horrors with slab serifs. It is also the anniversary of my sister’s birthday! If you see her, smack her.
Mr H is interviewing today, because work never stops in our home sweatshop. His subject is a man named Hung. A co-worker warmly endorsed Hung from a previous job.
Apprently Hung is very polite, and every morning when he came in to work, he would great his office mate by saying “How are you today, Steven?” And Steven would say “I’m well, Hung! Very well, Hung.”
I’d hire Hung on the basis of that testimony alone. This is America!
It may well be America, but this is not Sunday.
Guilty as charged!