“I’d rather be done earlier, to tell you the truth,” Hal says.
“It’s a natural stress reliever,” Henry says. “It’s like slowing down after you’ve walked up a hill.”
“Stress doesn’t bother me,” Hal says.
“Maybe not,” Henry says.
“I’m just not the napping type,” Hal says. “I have too much energy.”
“You fall asleep at your desk all the time, Hal,” I say in an exasperated manner, feeling that having to tolerate two such preposterous inaccuracies in one day is too much for me to bear.
“You’re crazy, Larry. You come in when I’m concentrating like hell, and you think I’m sleeping.”
“Oh, come on. Do you always snore when you’re deep in concentration? And why do you study the paint on the ceiling.”
“And so what if I do nod off once in a while,” he says, defensively. “That’s not as bad as be
