That awkward moment when your boss catches you singing, “You can chop my money, chop my money, I don’t care,” while you walk past his office. I swear I thought I was humming to myself, I wasn’t aware I was actually singing audibly. He looked at me sternly in serious face like he was going to yell and then answered me by singing “I got plenty of Naira in my name, in my name. You can chop my money.” I burst out laughing. ((((((((haaaaaaa))))))))))) He looks at me and says, “Don’t underestimate the white guy who lives in #Brooklyn next to Buka (#Nigerian) restaurant.” I just nod, amused. Gotta love New Yorkers…
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 21:37:29 +0000
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