31 January 2003


This afternoon at work a stream of irate e-mails kept arriving at my machine. They were from the secretary who's in charge of the refrigerator. Apparently, someone had left a drink in the freezer and it exploded, covering everything with Pepsi.

The good ol' boy in me wanted to go slap her on the ass and say, "well, you better clean that up, hadn't you, sugarpie?" I refrained.

But man, those e-mails were annoying! She acted like the inside of the freezer had been smeared with radioactive feces and that it would be unusable until it was cleaned.

And I thought to myself if a guy did that it's never gonna get cleaned up. But it was clean before the end of the day. Mysterious.