”“Well, then,” Rudy asks, “what is that great big green area over there?”“Oh, that’s the United States of America.”“And how about th... enormous orange one?”“That’s Russia.”“Do you happen to know what this little, teeny-tiny brown spot is?”“That’s Germany.”At this point Rudy becomes quite pensive, and then very quietly asks the question of the century, “Do you think Hitler knows that?”― Georg Rauch, An Unlikely Warrior: A Jewish Soldier in Hitler’s ArmyMy boss in New York City, a gorgeous redhead. Charming lady, a little older than me, but not much. Never been a pain at work. Sure, can be bossy, but that’s kinda expected on the job. Just don’t try to carry that over to home, okay? Plus, there’s just something about her ... and something about yet another way to tell society to fuck off! Now that you’re not going to be married anymore, why not?” I winked at Sarita, just as Shelly began plating the food before it could get cold.“Not to mention that you like that I’m Indian,” she winked. Or Alan’s coffee – espresso – so thick it wants to climb up the sides of the little demitasse cup. Or anything in the range between those extremes.“And by the way, Cindy’s got Nikki scheduled for her first pilot in command flight in the 402 this evening. You’re invited as ballast,” Alan said.“Oh, great! Nikki needs the moral support,” I responded. “You can stay on the ground with Kathy. I doubt that I can keep the pTerridactyl away, either.”“Yeah, you got that right. We should’ve had a lottery.. "Hey Ann," Lance finally noticed me, but his eyes were all over Carol. I felt a little ... Jealous? Nah. I dismissed that, but I did feel a little left out suddenly."Hey. What's going on?" I asked, looking down at my tray and wondering if I should try that turkey stuff."Matt's got a new girlfriend," John giggled."A new one? Dude, he never even had an old one!" Lance said."Shut-up," Matt didn't even look at them."Hi Carol," I smiled at her and she gave me a little smile back, but not much of.