The international sales manager walks by the outside cubes (there are 3 rows of 2 cubes. i am in row 2. i cannot see what is going on.) with a broom. All the offices are carpeted. i didn't even know there was a broom. I guess he was going to brush off his shoes because they had sand/dirt/salt on them from walking in the parking lot. the following takes place: (with only a few embellishments i might add)
Diana: why does Bill have a broom?
Me: he has a broom? as in a kitchen broom?
Diana: yes a kitchen broom.
Francisco: that’s how he gets to his car at night. Didn’t you know that? He just goes up and jumps off the roof.
Me: wouldn’t a jet pack be easier?
Diana: nah, he’s not a modern witch. He likes to kick it old school.
Me: like Sabrina the Teenage Witch?
Fransisco: wasn't that the one with the weird talking cat?
Diana: yep.
Bill walks out of his office with the broom: what are you guys talking about?
The three of us in unison: nothing.
Bill: you guys are weird.
says the guy who finds a broom and brings it to his carpeted office to brush off the shoes that are on his feet. :)
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