It is generally no surprise for me to bump into Derrick while I'm at work, and today I thought I saw him in a building where I was having a meeting. I was about five feet away from jumping in the guy's lap and giving him a big ole smoochero when I realized he was a) not Derrick and b) not even a ginger.
On Saturday I
I might need to make an appointment with an eye doctor before I walk into the wrong apartment.
|Derrick, is that you?|