As I walk out the office door, my coworker holds it open for me while making a call. Someone must pick up, because he exclaims “Basil!” as the door swings shut behind him.
Basil. What a great fucking name. I should write a book about a character named Basil. No, no one would name a character Basil. Hammie maybe. Or Richard. Richard Hammond. Oh man, Top Gear is a great show. Crap, I need to go to the grocery store on the way home. Maybe I will buy that wine I love and drink the whole bottle while reading A Storm of Swords.