Me (walking around aimlessly, clearing my head, stretching my legs): Hello.
Fancy Joint (looking up at me, her nose swollen, fingers clacking away busily on the keyboard): Hi (to be pronounced with two fingers clutching one’s node…er…nose).
Me: What’s up?
Fancy Joint (sniffing wetly, concentrating hard on her work, trying to ignore this irritating person): Dnothig much.
Me (guessing): What are you playing?
Fancy Joint (slightly indignantly): I’b dnot playig.
Me (guessing correctly): Ah. Then what are you chatting about?
Fancy Joint (caught out, but not caring because I’m not gonna be appraising her): A play I’b goig too.
Yes, advertising is all about good impressions.
2 thoughts on “Leaning Over A Cubicle Wall, Staring At The Back Of A Laptop”
each moment of your day needn't be blogged about. really.
hahahaha…i like it:)