Sara comes to my office door and says, “Fasting, like can’t eat fasting, is it spelled like fast?”

5 minutes later

Sara in the hallway talking to Don, a co-worker standing on crutches with the right foot on the ground and the left leg bent, “Are you driving – is it your driving foot – how do you drive?” Not a single breath between each DUMB statement. Don looks down, trying not to laugh out loud. “I drive with my right foot.”

another 5 minutes later

A task that Sara does at least once a week: Standing at the copier, the kind you choose the corner you would like stapled, “Well that was stupid, it stapled it on the wrong side.”

Now as I sit alone in the office… I am curious why he even hired other employees. Happy Freekin Friday.