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Not the kind that goes vroom-vroom, silly. This kind.
You may scoff, but let's consider the evidence of the last month:
1) The always-being-repaired coffee maker.
2) The possessed microwave.
(Really. You put in your food, start the timer. The timer counts down to zero, beeps... and the microwave continues to function. You open the door, and the microwave continues to function.)
Good thing our second story isn't 20,000 feet high.
In other news, somewhat against my better judgment I signed up for the annual department potluck. I said I'd make a pecan pie. Yes, these are the cow-orkers who were responsible for last year's Tarte Tatin debacle.
You may scoff, but let's consider the evidence of the last month:
1) The always-being-repaired coffee maker.
2) The possessed microwave.
(Really. You put in your food, start the timer. The timer counts down to zero, beeps... and the microwave continues to function. You open the door, and the microwave continues to function.)
Good thing our second story isn't 20,000 feet high.
In other news, somewhat against my better judgment I signed up for the annual department potluck. I said I'd make a pecan pie. Yes, these are the cow-orkers who were responsible for last year's Tarte Tatin debacle.
