There is a new guy who’s started down the other end of the office who must be about 7 feet tall. This morning he was in early and as he stood at the coffee machine, I was dying to ask if anyone ever dusted the top of it.
When Dan comes in, he is around by the photocopier. I mention the guy to Dan. He says:
“He’s not 7 feet tall,…he’s only,…about 6 feet 8.”
We laugh, then watch the guy walk up the office, to see if he hits his head or ducks when he goes past the signs that dangle from the ceiling.
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He sounds like freak.
They must see a whole different world stuck up there.
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