I'm monosyllabic at best with my driver. Even that, he doesnt quite get it at times.
The other day, perhaps I looked tranquilized from a heady mixture of multiple spirits, he capitalized on my fragile state and braved a question.
"Boss, I need to talk to you about something."
"Boss, I've got a problem. It concerns my manhood."
"I need your help."
"I mean I've a problem performing."
At this point, I had to show some compassion. Afterall, my life is in his hands, literally.
"You mean after 2 kids, you're still doing it? Thought old married couples dont do it after a while. You can tell me the truth."
"Boss, I love my wife and I.."
"So with your wife you cannot perform but with others you can?"
"Get new wife then."
"Nevermindlah, boss. Thanks."
I had to draw the line, unfortunately. I could have opened a catalogue of other problems if I had offered help.
Today, I still wonder why he thought I could.