Sir Annoyus came strutting into my office, all proud of himself. Arrogantly asks me how long I have worked at the company. I just look at him. So he hands me a paper that someone had a question about, and had written the question at the top of the paper. I continue to look at him. He tells me that the question is something I should certainly know. I look at the handwriting and then back at him.
Then, sheepishly, uh, that ISN'T your handwriting?
No.
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