small and insignifigant pet peeve
It really irks me when one of my co-workers (the purportedly evil one accused of stealing the bicycles of young Wilkins children) comes downstairs and, instead of simply asking me to pull a file for her (which she is perfectly capable of doing herself), just kinda hemms and haws and hums around in the baskets, finally turning to me and saying, "Wonder where 111 John Doe Road could be?" Gee, I dunno. Maybe perhaps with the 8 bajillion OTHER files we have here. Let me drop everything this instant and find it for you, O goddess of apraisals.
Posted by Micah Lewis at May 7, 2003 04:11 PM