First base coach talking to a runner: "Ok so stay here until you can go to the next one. If you get to that one try to get to the third one. A colleague of mine is waiting there for you"
His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
I’ll never understand when you say “I’m sorry” to express condolences to someone about bad news they shared with you then they go “it’s not your fault”
Like ok Good Will Hunting I’m not saying I killed your grandmother I am sorry that she died. What are you hoping to achieve