Apologies if I’m not my usual level-headed, self today. “JILL Y, I TOLD YOU TO HIDE THE KEY TO THE BEER FRIDGE. HERE COMES THIRSTY DAVE. IS THERE ANY CHANCE OF DOING THIS ONE SIMPLE THING? IT’S NOT LIKE I’M ASKING YOU TO MULTIPLY SEVEN BY NINE AND DIVIDE IT BY MUSHROOMS OR ANYTHING.”
Work this morning wasn’t exactly a bowl of medicinal laughter. “THIRSTY DAVE, THE REASON THE BEER FRIDGE IS LOCKED IS TO KEEP YOU OUT OF IT. PUT THAT FLAME THROWER DOWN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL MAKE YOU EAT IT, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FLAME THROWING, WIELDING MANIAC.”
I got into the office this morning and was greeted with the stuff that nightmares are stitched together with. “IF PEOPLE DON’T START LISTENING TO ME RIGHT THIS MINUTE, I’LL FIND A RADIO STATION PLAYING BON JOVI AND DON’T THINK I WON’T.”
Wake up, people! This is just a coffee machine. Oh, you CAN’T wake up.
That’s the nail hit on the head alright.