Scene: At the reception desk at my office.
Bone Junior: Ugh, my stomach.
Jamie: Poopy pants?
Vice-President, after magically appearing from behind a nearby wall, where we had no idea he had been lurking: Wow. I hope you start feeling better soon.
And yet still I wonder why there are men out there who think that I have no business working in the construction industry...
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
I'm Known for my Superb Comic Timing
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3 comments:
Wow.
That whole popping up from behind walls like that in the workplace is officially known as "prairie dogging." Official as the forwarded e-mail I got about it anyway.
So...was it Poopy Pants? Irritable Bowel Syndrome? Some kind of 6th sense that the VP was within earshot...like a Spidey Sense?
wow. good times. i think if i worked with you there would be a lot more embarrassing moments.
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