MOTD
Moron: Hi, you have a house for sale on N Street?
Cranky Desk Monkey (acting on the assumption that this caller, like many, many others, has mistaken us for a residential real estate agency): Yes, we do, but it's actually a commercial property. I believe it's zoned Office.
Moron: Yes, I'm aware of that. I just want to know how much you're asking for it.
If you were aware that it wasn't a house, why did you CALL IT A HOUSE?
Let's give a big hand to today's featured Moron!
Little irritations really accrete over time, don't they? (And while I'm at it, LiveJournal, why doesn't your spellchecker admit the verb "accrete"?) I guess the silver lining to having had the I'm Leaving Talk with Bossman in an impromptu, blurty sort of way the other day is that I can now grit my teeth and think of June.
Grit, grit, grit. June, June, June.
Cranky Desk Monkey (acting on the assumption that this caller, like many, many others, has mistaken us for a residential real estate agency): Yes, we do, but it's actually a commercial property. I believe it's zoned Office.
Moron: Yes, I'm aware of that. I just want to know how much you're asking for it.
If you were aware that it wasn't a house, why did you CALL IT A HOUSE?
Let's give a big hand to today's featured Moron!
Little irritations really accrete over time, don't they? (And while I'm at it, LiveJournal, why doesn't your spellchecker admit the verb "accrete"?) I guess the silver lining to having had the I'm Leaving Talk with Bossman in an impromptu, blurty sort of way the other day is that I can now grit my teeth and think of June.
Grit, grit, grit. June, June, June.