Tuesday, February 01, 2005

I cannot tell a lie

I literally just had this conversation with Nutjob:

Nutjob: Do you have the guy?

My brain: What the hell are you taking about?

Nutjob: You know, the uhhh... the guy, the name?

My brain: Go back to your home planet, space creature.

Nutjob: Maintenance!!! The guy!

Me: Oh, Bob?

Nutjob: Yes, his phone number. The sink is clogged.

Hold me back. A complete, coherent sentence! Four words, but a coherent sentence nonetheless.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You should be ashamed, SW! Selling out Bob – making him deal with Nutjob. For shame, for shame!!!!

Mr. Ring of Fire

1:56 PM  
Blogger SilentWitness said...

Give me some credit, Mr. ROF! I guard "Bob's" phone number like a state secret. No need to have the crazies calling him all the time. "We're too hot! We're too cold! This building sucks!"

9:54 PM  
Blogger Gladys Cortez said...

Hee! What a headcase.

9:01 PM  

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