OK, conversation at work today. I took photos of a purse that came in a box, and the gallery shot had the box (with the company logo signature thing on the lid) with the purse next to it, OK? So, I'm uploading the photos and we're discussing them, because Hal is a crazy control freak like that. (And, I, uhhhh, say that in the most lovingly way possible?) Heavily paraphrased because like hell I can remember things that happened like 8 hours ago.
Hal: Maybe next time you should position the purse so it's blocking some of the logo.
Amanda: So people can't tell what it says?
Hal: No, it's *struggles not to say seductive*. It's good marketing. Right, Vanessa?
Vanessa (who is over in the shipping area, cleaning up, and probably not even entirely paying attention): That's right!
Hal: Vanessa agrees with me.
Amanda: Vanessa agrees with everything!
Vanessa: That's right!
I started Jo's sweater last night! Exciting! Not really! Maybe for her!
There is no way
this actually exists. No way at all. Doesn't mean it doesn't amuse the hell outta me.
mcgriddlefanfic WHAT.
Reason #80 bajillion I love Booster's book:
Tiny Tiny Type.