Sentences with phrase «tell over lunch»

Which is a good story to tell over lunch.

«My cellphone works in the Andes,» Davis tells me over lunch at a bagel shop in Forest Hill.

«People will always stop you doing the right thing if it's unconventional,» Buffett told him over their lunch.

Gina told me over lunch that you mentioned us and I howled because I was actually wearing what is, for me, a tremendous amount of make - up.

«I recently saw a girl post something opinionated on Instagram with the caption that she was «on her Angela Rye vibe,»» Rye told me over lunch at New York's Bryant Park Grille in March.

Many secrets are told over lunch.

«Most Australians have no idea that we have the greatest rate of mammal extinction in the world,» he told me over lunch.

Not exact matches

Avoiding the downside in bonds, avoiding the downside in sectors really leads to that consistent performance over the long term,» the fund's co-manager, Michael Collins, told «Power Lunch.»

Invite your unknown neighbors over to dinner, lunch and breakfast and engage them and listen to their stories while you tell your own.

The story is told of a bishop who at a conference grew increasingly impatient over the number of ministers straggling back late from a lengthy lunch break.

One day, my mentor, who is white, came over, and my roommates told her to stay for lunch.

He was there to tell NBA war stories to a couple dozen businessmen over lunch, fellow graduates of Nazareth Regional High in East Flatbush.

I like to tell myself it was some kind of good mommy instinct left over from the caveman days (because small babies plus cats in long ago times equals lunch).

One of those teachers here in Washington, D.C. — who teaches in a school with over 95 percent free / reduced lunch — told us that, for so many of her kids, school meals were the only nutrition they got all day.

In the last two weeks, both this blog and the national media have featured a rash of stories about children having their lunches taken away by cafeteria employees due to unpaid lunch balances, and I also told you about a generous Houston school tutor / mentor who recently paid $ 465 of his own money to clear the debt of over 60 students.

We talked about it over dinner tonight and my middle school son said again, kids take veggies because the lunch lady tells them, but nobody eats them... this is wrong for so many reasons.

I told her that I don't know but that she should come over after lunch.

We are told over and over that there's not enough money to fix school lunch, yet we live in a country where we consistently spend 2, 3, 4 or even 5 times more for our daily coffee than we do on food for our children's school lunch, which in most school districts amounts to less than a dollar.

As I fretted over the availability of «a la carte» ice cream sandwiches for kindergarteners, they were telling horror stories of entire a la carte snack bars from which kids could make a lunch out of bright red slushies, Papa John's pizza, fried, breaded chicken sandwiches, Rice Krispies Treats and more.

As he unveiled Milne's ancient manifesto over lunch today, Whittingdale gleefully told journalists.

So the shadow first secretary of state took the opportunity to set out her credentials to the press gallery over lunch today, telling the assembled hacks:

One day over lunch he told me about a turning point in World War II that very few people knew about.

Sometime later over lunch in the mess hall somebody said, «Well, Harry has had an accident, and he was in the hospital»; and a day or two later I went to visit him in the hospital and he was quite lucid, his right hand was bandaged and very, very bulky with heavy bandages and he told me that, as [has] been recounted already here, that he brought in a cube instead of bringing it up from the bottom, so that if you sense if anything was wrong, your act of dropping it and sort of getting the hell out there would reduce the criticality.

And it's like the first boy who told me we should just be friends out on the blacktop at recess, the girls who put their lunch boxes on the cafeteria benches so I couldn't sit down, the F in red ink on my spelling test, the words «I want a girl to spend my life with and you're just not her,» the music teacher who mocked me for getting too nervous to sing the right notes, the nasty comment from a stranger, and the job interviewer who doesn't even pretend to be interested all over again.

The other week, my friend sat down with me over lunch and told me that he'd just had a past life regression session with a local healer.

Over lunch at the cutest little Irish pub, though, my dad told me all about Gasparilla.

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I shared the story of the man who went berserk in a restaurant over 10 years earlier because he thought I looked like his recently deceased wife, the gentleman who told me graphic details of his colonoscopy while we were eating lunch, as well as the fairytale romances leading to marriage proposals.

Over lunch he told me he hadn't had a serious relationship for about eight years.

Over lunch at Urth Caffé on Melrose in West Hollywood, Bissell listened in a state of astonishment as Sestero told his story.

While giving an interview to a leading US daily, the 52 - year - old actor said, «That's the hardest for me, because I look at [Chris] Evans and I just to want to go over and smell him or tell him he looks cool in those sunglasses when he's walking over to have lunch.

Over lunch at a middle school conference, teachers told Jack C. Berckemeyer, director of member and affiliate services of the Association for Middle Level Education, formerly the National Middle School Association, about students who took an active role in leading the familiar parent - teacher conferences.

Over the past two months, E4E - New York members have met during their lunches to tell us what issues impact their schools and classrooms the most.

He gave a wonderful presentation over lunch where he told us a person should read a short story, a poem and an essay every day.

In collaboration with Storm King, the artist planned extensive public programming to take place on the installation and within it, such as musical performances, a poetry slam, shrine - making and story - telling workshops, and Hart's ongoing program The Black Lunch Table, in which she invites African American artists of the region for thematic discussion over lLunch Table, in which she invites African American artists of the region for thematic discussion over lunchlunch.

«I sometimes think that maybe I won't use these experiences or this information for another 10 years,» Doig tells me over a late lunch of fried shark sandwiches on nearby Maracas Beach.

We have been told by our customers many times over that this is home to some of the very best breakfast, lunch, baked goods, coffee drinks and tea in Northern Berkshire County.

Over lunch at Modern Art Oxford, she recalled wanting to write an essay on black artists at school, and her teacher telling her that she couldn't because there weren't any black artists.

Catarino told me this story over lunch in London, England, this past week.

Some of his irritation with inaction bubbled over in mid-November when Inglis, ranking member of the House Science and Technology Committee's Energy and Environment Subcommittee, told colleagues during a five - minute tongue lashing that the Chinese «plan on eating our lunch in this next century.»

Happily, it proved possible to fix such a meeting, and over an extended Chinese lunch I explained the situation and invited Bob to join the prospective review group (for which, as I told him, I already had two names).

So if you heard these claims during the morning danish - and - coffee break, or lunch, or over dinner and port (please tell me * someone * there drank some decent port and not just beer?)

Or maybe they are old - school, and tell their colleagues over lunch, or while discussing a case at their office.

I've always been told to never talk about religion or politics because it causes conflict, but it's so hard to not bring it up over coffee or lunch.

You might run into a contact at lunch and she tells you her company is hiring and she asks, «Do you want to send over your resume?»

Hard to find another job that lets you swear like a trooper, drink a bottle of wine over lunch, tell people who are dickheads that they're dickheads and avoid manual labour.

I invited my sister over for lunch yesterday and she had to keep reminding me not to tell anyone things we were discussing because of my tendency to over-share.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.

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