Two old friends, Martin and Joe, happened to run into each other on a busy downtown street. Martin, the more talkative of the two, lit up when he saw Joe. “Joe! It’s been ages! How are you?”
Joe smiled. “I’m fine, thanks. And you?”
“Great, great!” Martin replied. Then with a curious grin, he leaned in and asked, “And how’s your son? Is he still playing the piano for that fancy orchestra?”
Joe puffed up with pride. “Oh yes, even better. He’s now the lead pianist for the Royal Symphony Orchestra in London!”
Martin’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow! That’s amazing! And what about your daughter? Last I heard, she was studying law?”
Joe nodded. “She passed the bar exam last year and now works for a top firm downtown. She’s already threatening to sue her brother if he keeps borrowing her car.”
Martin chuckled. “You must be proud!”
Joe beamed. “Absolutely. I couldn’t have imagined better kids. They’re smart, successful, and—get this—they actually call me once a week!”
Just then, Martin’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and laughed. “Sorry, I’ve got to run. My son just texted me. He wants to know if he can borrow money again.”
Joe gave him a sympathetic pat. “At least he texts. Mine just sends me invoices.”
