I am going to tell you a secret.Â Something you never would have guessed in a million years — I know this will shock you — but I can be just a bit of a tease.Â Â Every so oftenÂ — not more thanÂ one orÂ two, or maybe ten timesÂ per week day — I have to do something to boggle someone’s mind.Â It helps keep me sane.
So today, for the very first time, Rye manned the front desk when, Joy, our receptionist went to lunch.Â I stopped and looked at Rye.Â He looked back at me.Â I pointed at Joy’s name plate, then I said, “You know, when Spense does this job, I always call him Joy, but you can’t both be Joy, so I think I will have to call you Spense.”
Rye nodded his head, smiled real bigÂ and said, “Okay.”
I frowned at him.Â “But I don’t want to call you Spense,” I said.Â “Not if it makes you happy.”
Rye shrugged.Â “Suit yourself,” he said.
I stared at him some more.Â He ignored me at first, but finally looked up.Â I said, “So, what should I call you?”
He smiled at me.Â “Whatever you want,” he said.
I sighed.Â “You know,” I said, “You are making this very difficult for me.”
Still smiling, Rye nodded his head.
I nodded my head, too, then went about my business … plotting.