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.”
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.