I work downtown in a big dull skyscraper (oxymoron?). One of the executives in the building is the spitting image of Jerry Orbach (may he rest in peace), who played Baby’s daddy in Dirty Dancing.
No, not your baby daddy. THE Baby’s daddy.
If you work with me, you may know who I’m talking about. I have this urge to run up to him and hug the sh*t out of him. I just wanna hear him say, “You looked wonderful out there” once. JUST ONE TIME. Is it worth it? Hmmmmm….
Let me sleep on it.