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December 12, 2005: Small talk

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"Is it time to go home yet?"

"No. It's not even 10 am. Unfortunately."

"Can't we call it a snow day?"

"Well. It's not exactly snowing. This being Sacramento and all."

"True. But somewhere in this country there is snow, right this very moment."

"So we should have a snow day to show our support?"



"Um. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well. Your eye is all red."

"Oh. Well. Uh. You see. I was brushing my hair out of my face and poked myself in the eye."

"You poked yourself in the eye?"


"With what, a pen?"

"Um. No. My finger."

"I see."

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!"

"No. But I can hear you laughing."


"There's a sign on the door to the men's bathroom, saying that it is out of order."

"I noticed that. Any idea why?"

"No. I was here over the weekend and it was working just fine."

"I happened to notice the doorknob is missing. Maybe they're doing some kind of hardware swap?"

"Or maybe it's the *door* that's out of order and the toilet is working just fine."

Happy Holidailies

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