Just like shooting fish in a "bearel"

Flakygoobercub: What's up, long time no chat, I'm single again, what you up to, bla bla

Longmemorybear: how bout that, I'm teaching class

Flakygoobercub: ooo, handsome and smart

Longmemorybear: good memory too, I remember how you flaked out on me, and also one of my good friends last year, smell ya later!

Dream

I was talking with the President inside some building in Atlanta. We were talking about being stuck in an untenable situation between your responsibilities and your obligations /desires.  Him in a tactical sense, though I meant in a broader sense including relationships, etc.  He had to go into some briefing room meeting and some guy (secret service?) was making sure I didn’t follow.  He had overheard our convo and patronizingly said "Is that something you can discuss with the President of the United States?" (as if it was all beyond my ken).  I smiled and said bluntly: “I just did.”

Terrible storms were coming through the area and people where seeking shelter amongst the buildings downtown, driving cars up over and behind edifices, breaking into shops and offices, etc.  I was in a room (with far too many plate glass windows, but it sure gave a good view of the sky) with the President.  He asked me: “Are you ever humbled? Even at the end of the world?”  He didn’t seem to be accusing me of a failing, but he was kind of staring off in thought, I wonder who he was really asking.  I thought about it for a minute and realized that I do not strive to be humble; I strive not to be haughty.  Evening the two things out is sufficient.  Looking out the window at the storms, I told him: “We may find out shortly.”