More visual WTF
Yes, kids, it IS a pickle wrapper. No kidding. Provided by my office husband.
Because kids really care about trivia at the crack of dawn. Really.
WTF?
Yes, kids, it IS a pickle wrapper. No kidding. Provided by my office husband.
Because kids really care about trivia at the crack of dawn. Really.
WTF?
I stopped by NPR Buddy’s cube on my way out of the office Thursday afternoon, just as he was winding up a conversation with his cube-mate. She looks up at me and jokingly tells me that NPR Buddy is a traitor; that he didn’t stick up for her during a conversation involving someone else. NPR Buddy proceeds to give us the usual song and dance in his defense involving tractors and Vaseline, which (of course) the cube-mate didn’t understand. He and I are viciously random at the best of times, something this particular co-worker doesn’t quite grasp. She tells me that she made NPR Buddy a present and hands it to me –a hot pink post it note with the word “TRADER” written on it.
I stare at it for several seconds, thinking she MUST be joking. She sees my obvious incomprehension, and repeats “He’s a traitor, NPR Junky. A traitor.”
I continue to stare at it, then her, then NPR Buddy. He just shakes his head.
“Like Lewis and Clark fur trading, trader?” I ask NPR Buddy.
“I suppose so.” He states with a straight face.
All this time she’s looking at me like I’m the one hooked on phonics didn’t work for. Neither one of us had the heart to tell her she was incorrect, and eventually I just walked away. NPR Buddy still has that post-it. He wouldn’t let me take a picture of it, goddammit.
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