─ yesterday at the doctor’s office, i overheard a preppy-looking dude asking for a doctor’s note to exempt him from taking salsa class with his boss.
preppy dude: can you make it say something like “cannot dance. … or must not dance?”
─ the help desk line at my company when i pressed the number one in a failed attempt to speed through the menu: we’re sorry, but an invalid button press has been received.
─ the lowest-level worker in my office employing a delayed click reflex as i walk by and see her playing super mario brothers. a few steps further down the hall, the highest-paid executive in my unit openly plays snood and posts on his blog all day long.