"Sit down, shut up, and listen!"
Jim was fond of saying.
Three meetings a week:
another dictum of his.
A meter maid gave Jim a ticket
for parking his wine-red Jaguar
If I were a meter maid, looking to give my quota of tickets, I'd certainly cite a big man with his beard neatly combed and parted down the center getting out of a perfect Jaguar sedan, illegally-parked. He must've spent hours organizing his beard like that.
While he talked, I covered my mouth and grimaced ambiguously, and looked not at him, but at the huge orange and white goldfish that swam in circles, alone, in an octagonal tank beside me.