Maybe the Beauty Queen was right
The following was a conversation between some of my fellow employees. I don’t know what is more disturbing about this conversation, the fact that I know they bank a lot more than I do or that they had to use a reference tool.
Employee 1: Hey, what state is DE?
Employee 2: I don’t know, Denver?
*pause*
Employee 2: I’d Google it.
Employee 1: Oh, its Delaware.
Employee 2: I was close.
… and my wife wonders why I cry myself to sleep every night.











*facepalm, headdesk*
On the other hand – how do they look in an evening gown? Now, you just need to convince them to seek employment in the Pageant Industry.
LadyP.
I would have said Dark Elf. *shrug*
I was going to attempt a quick comeback to the person who originally asked that but the Denver statement trumped anything I could have come up with.
I’m anticipating a new entry to the Darwin awards any day now.
Some people simply amaze me.
Yesterday, I had a user call me and say, “My wireless mouse isn’t working.” I said, “Is the receiver plugged in?” “Yes,” she said with a sigh. “Do you have a lot of stuff blocking the receiver?” “No,” she said sounding annoyed. “Are you sure the battery in the mouse is good?” “I’m not an idiot,” she replied sounding a bit testy.
Thinking to myself, “No, it couldn’t be,” I asked with some trepidation, “Did you turn the mouse on?” “No,” she said. “I didn’t want to run down the battery.”
The “Denver?” line is golden.
Awww, we should bless these people for making our lives more interesting