“It is what it is and I can’t cry over spilled milk,” I said. “But I should have been able to read between the lines.”
“Listen to yourself, dude. You’re being trite,” he said. “You’re speaking in stale, overused clichés.”
“Oh, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” I said.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he responded.
“Nonsense,” I said. “I don’t have a care in the world. In fact, I’m having the time of my life.”
“Good, because every cloud has a silver lining,” he said.
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” I said, nodding my head in agreement. “At the end of the day, all’s fair in love and war, I suppose.”
“I know you were head over heels in love with her,” he said, “but time heals all wounds.”
“The handwriting was on the wall,” I acknowledged. “And while she was a diamond in the rough, all that glitters is not gold.”
“I’m sure you’ll land on your feet when all is said and done,” he said.
“I feel you, and the good news is that laughter is the best medicine,” I said. “I am a man who believes that when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.”
“True dat, my friend,” he said. “Every cloud has a silver lining.”
I looked at my watch. “Oh my, will you look at the time,” I said. “Time flies when you’re having fun, but I have things to do, places to go, and people to see. ”
“Okay, pal, you hang in there,” he said, sticking out his hand for me to shake. “And remember, it’s always darkest right before the dawn.”
“Good talk, buddy,” I said, shaking his outstretched hand. “I’m feeling fit as a fiddle, and, while only time will tell, I am sure I’ll land on my feet.”
“Keep on truckin’,” he called out as I left the room.