
His name is
Patrick but he’s been using the shortening Pat and he’s been very supportive of
me and my family since my accident.
What’s very
funny of him is that he’s been calling me at least once a week since years and
while we always talk about his job – past and present – (few links of his time as
CEO of a beautiful footwear company named ASGI now defunct/dead) we share our many misfortunes and he often tells me that my resistance to
all the badness that I must deal with, do inspire him too when he has to
deal with something bad in his or his family’s life too.
However
when we talk on the phone, once the business related topics have found their
resolution we laugh really hard about a common friend who used to be the US
product manager, for the reason that he’s fully
convinced since he was 5 or 6 y/o that the muscle he has between his legs is
like big as a leg and he supposedly doesn’t measure the liquid he produces with
it by the milliliter, but by the buckets.
I cannot
even start to describe what we can say to each other during these calls, that
make me laugh so hard that my eyes tear by the gallon.
We’ve come
to the agreement that neither one of us can even make the name of our three-legged friend, therefore I best stop telling you what makes us laugh this
hard, because if I to start with just few of our jokes, my post here would be at
least 6 pages long. I want to conclude by saying that the ASGI shoes had a great
cushioning technology in their bottoms and given that several thousands of them
were on ships coming to the USA when both our economy and all the banks went
underwater, my readers might be lucky enough to find one pair to wear and to marvel at its cushioning properties.
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