Our cafeteria is the depository for weird things no one wants, gotten from unbeknownst places one could hardly guess. Put em in a cardboard box, write a sign that says "free for the taking" or something like that and plop them on the communal table and guaranteed, someone will take them home. That's how I picked up a couple of Star Trek soundtracks, on CASSETTE just the other week. Mind you I don't like Star Trek and I don't have a cassette player. But hey, it was free.
Today there was a calendar made somewhere where English is not the primary language spoken. It's made to stand on your desk and when you flip over the months, there's a little sign that says, "I'm out to lunch" or "I'm in a meeting." And then there's the third one:
I'm to an official
The possibilities of what this could mean boggle my mind. Mr. Trotsky (photo) also seems nonplussed. Course, he thought he was an official too.
1 comment:
Is this like, 'I'm to an opera?' or 'an angiogram,' or 'an avalanche?'
good lord.
it does boggle the mind. IS there even a fourth month?!
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