Confessions of a Genius Co-worker |
This blog is dedicated to Connie, a woman whose moments of complete stupidity pass over our shared cubicle wall like little paper airplanes of blithering ignorance. A single middle-aged accountant with cougar-ish tendencies, when Connie isn't asking how many pieces of quinoa there are in a cup or messing up our company's credit rating, she can mostly be found singing along to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance in a voice just loud enough to hear. From the next building. And before you ask: Names have been changed to protect the functionally useless. |
| Me: | We were a bit late coming home from Ottawa because I turned off the highway too early and we hit traffic. |
| Connie: | I do that all the time. On the train. I stay on the train too late. |
| Me: | Oh, okay. |
| Connie: | Sometimes I don't realise until I'm two or three stops past my station. |
| Me: | ... |
| Connie: | Sometimes I realise I just missed my stop and then I forget to get off at the next stop and then I'm two stations away. |