Actual conversation with the girl at the table next to me at Common Grounds today…
Her: “Could you tell me the time again?”
Me: “Sure, no problem.”
*awkward silence*
Her, repeating: “Could you tell me the time?”
Me: “Oh, you mean now.”
There are a few things I could say in my defense, but I think I’ll just leave it at that.
In other news, today was my first day on the job. And you know what I found on my desk? A one pound box of rubber bands. Associates from my previous internship know that this is a bad, bad, very bad idea.
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Smooth as ever Jacob. Started wearing a watch again, heh?
I think she just missed that you were showcasing your witty personality.
The girl was one of my undercover operatives, QC. Clearly she did not do her job, I will have to “rectify” this problem.
Jacob, I just want you to know that my offer to rent you a fake girlfriend still stands. Not that I’m suggesting you need it … actually, yeah I am. Have fun at your little Libertarian camp. Check out what my fellow socialists are doing http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/europe/06/10/france.suvs/index.html