Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Wed, 26 May 1999 13:14:25 -0400
"Sandwiches"
"George is so forgetful," the sales manager complained
to his secretary. "It's a wonder he can sell anything. I
asked him to pick me up some sandwiches on his way
back from lunch, and I'm not sure he'll even remember
to come back."
Just then the door flew open, and in bounced George.
"You'll never guess what happened!" he shouted.
"While I was at lunch, I met Old Man Brown, who hasn't
bought anything from us for five years. Well, we got to
talking and he gave me this half-million dollar order!"
"See," sighed the sales manager to his secretary. "I told
you he'd forget the sandwiches."
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"Things To Say To 'Special' Co-Workers"
How about never? Is never good for you?
I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate
yourself in public.
Someday, we'll look back on this, laugh nervously
and change the subject.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I
had about you.
Ahhh...I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again...
I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean
you're an artist.
I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's
hard to pronounce.
Any connection between your reality and mine is
purely coincidental.
I like you. You remind me of when I was young
and stupid.
I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it.
I'll give you a nice, shiny quarter if you'll go away.
What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged
by your unique point of view.
It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of Karma to
burn off.
Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are
largely ceremonial.
No, my powers can only be used for good.
I'm really easy to get along with once you people
learn to worship me.
You sound reasonable... Time to up my medication.
Are you a freaking ray of sunshine every day?
I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.
I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message...
I don't work here. I'm a consultant.
Who me? I just wander from room to room.
My toys! My toys! I can't do this job without my toys!
It might look like I'm doing nothing, but at the cellular
level I'm really quite busy.
At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive
habits.
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