sympathy

Deputy Chief: Are you still doing reports?
I am at the station three hours after getting off shift still finishing up reports - not getting paid for it.
Me: Yep, they take forever with our computer reporting program.
Knowing that the stories about him running 16 calls a day blah blah blah is coming up.
Me: Don't worry, I don't expect your sympathy.

The Deputy Chief. He doesn't care.

DC: Good. Do you want to know what I always tell my wife?
Me: No.
He seems amused at this answer. I am pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.
DC: Do you know where sympathy is in the dictionary?
I just look at him, I don't really want to know.
DC: Between sh*t and syphilis.
Thanks DC.
Me: Your poor wife.
DC: I'll tell her you said that.
He is chuckling. I am not sure if his amusement is in my response or from the ultra clever joke he just made. But I could guess...

So, I know you're saying "What is good about that? How is that a happy thing?" Ah, it is because now I can tell you what I put up with at work and I don't have to worry about it getting back to the DC because this is a private blog. Yay!