u s e y o u r h a n d s

Today, I asked a co-worker about her relatively new beau. She’s extremely in like with him and he recently gave her what she called, “the most beautiful poem in the world.”

Without even thinking, I said, “Have you run that through Google yet to make sure he really wrote it?”

In this case, I’m the asshole. Not even a question.

UPDATE:  The poem is an original. And I’m still an a-hole for suggesting that maybe it wasn’t.