Icarus

So the new guy in our department is a really cute guy that was hired last summer/fall and I mentioned that to Austin.

Me: He's the one with curly blondish hair.

Austin: Yeah, I know which one Icarus is.

Me: Icarus?

Austin: Yeah, the Greek god.

Me: OK.

I would have said Adonis. But I guess Icarus is appropriate, though more obscure. He's the one who was given gorgeous wax wings so he could fly off of Crete (where he was trapped) and he was so in love with flying that he flew too close to the sun and the wings melted. A great lesson in hubris. And My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic actually did an episode based on this myth. OK, whatever.

Well, this conversation happened two weeks ago and I now call the new associate Icarus. And when you switch over to our department, there's a lot of paperwork subterfuge, so he was gone for a few days while systems and security was updated.

Me: Icarus is back!

Austin: Yeah, I know. I got your e-mail. It took me a minute to figure out who Icarus was.

Me: You're the one who called him Icarus.

Austin: Yeah, I know. I meant Adonis.