Flitting through the office.
Once upon a time, I wandered down the aisleways towards one of the managers to ask a question about our product.
A question that got several other cubicles involved in the answer.
After clarifying the answer I turned to walk down the long Aisle to my cubicle.
After looking around to make sure no one could see me, I started skipping through the aisle in a similar manner to those videos you watch in slo mo of someone skipping through the field to their loved ones. As I came to a stop, I heard my name, and turned around to see, in horror, the entire half of the floor looking over the cubicles at me. They had come to a different conclusion and had stood up to call my name and yell it at me.
And I died laughing.
A question that got several other cubicles involved in the answer.
After clarifying the answer I turned to walk down the long Aisle to my cubicle.
After looking around to make sure no one could see me, I started skipping through the aisle in a similar manner to those videos you watch in slo mo of someone skipping through the field to their loved ones. As I came to a stop, I heard my name, and turned around to see, in horror, the entire half of the floor looking over the cubicles at me. They had come to a different conclusion and had stood up to call my name and yell it at me.
And I died laughing.
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