True Thanks

She burst into my office.

“What’s with not mentioning me in your email? I helped!”

I paused.

“Imagine you’re lost in the desert, the sun beating down, your lips cracked, your throat drier than the last sand dune you crawled up.

Finally, you see a figure in the distance, hope! You manage to wave, and they see you, and the figure makes their way over to you, finally standing before you.

And then they spit right in your mouth.

Technically that’s helping, sure, but it’s still dickish.

But since I’ve wanted to use that metaphor for months, thank you. Truly.”