More to come on the baseball outing last night, but for now, here's a wee anecdote:
(sound of crowd clapping)
JENNIFER (to JULIE): Are we supposed to be clapping?
JULIE (clapping with crowd): Well, the pitcher is leaving the mound so we're clapping because he pitched well.
JENNIFER: BFD! That's his job!
AMY: Yeah! No one claps when I leave work!
Official Judge's Ruling: No clapping for pitchers that leave the mound. They're just doing their damn jobs and make way more than I do.
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1 comment:
Thanks for the chuckle. I truly want to forward this one to my co-workers, but that would tip them off to the fact that I'm blog-reading and not, in fact, working.
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