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I had lunch today with Grant and my program director, Kevin LaRue. Kevin and I had cobb salads and Grant had seafood tacos. (I know that's not important for you to know, but for me - it's all about the food.) We decided not to order the specials our server told us were his "personal favorites." (I hope he didn't take it personally.)
The lunch was quite enjoyable. We get on a roll when we're together, swapping critical comments of our own performance, taking shots in good nature at the news business in general, occasionally saying something bawdy and inappropriate, which gets an even bigger laugh.
We probably ought to watch it. Today, after we had been slapping our knees with laughter and raising all kinds of cane, likely disrupting the lunches of most of the diners nearby, we got up to go - and Grant recognized the couple sitting next to us. They were clients Grant and I had done some work for a year or so ago. "Yikes!" I thought as we walked out. "I hope I didn't say anything inappropriate!"
I think I may need to work more on "using my indoor voice," as my friend says to her kids. We need to speak with respect to and about each other when we are in public, and when we are in private. I have struggled in my life with enjoying the naughtiness of a bawdy joke or a sailor's mouth, but today I pause - for the sake of my children, of the listeners, of the station - and of my boss, who is picking up the tab (and taking the phone calls when people call to complain.)
So from now on, I will be on my best behavior, at least until the next post-lunch sugar rush gets the best of me.