As part of our office move, we had to clean out a fairly large double-door cabinet in our computer lab.
I was sitting around talking with a couple of other guys, when Dan asked if it had been cleaned out.
Me: "Yeah. It's empty."
*light bulb
Me: "I think I'm going to hide in it and jump out when the mover's come for it."
Dan: "They'd probably try to kill you."
Me: "BETTER IDEA. I'll tie my hands together with a handkerchief and when they grab the cabinet I'll just fall out of it and onto the floor."
The guys started laughing, suggesting that I put fake blood all over me and stuff.
Me: "Then one of you guys would just look over and go, "OH. There's Jim. I guess he never quit after all.""
In the end, we just - you know - moved the stupid cabinet.
So many great ideas.
So little balls to actually pull them off.
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3 comments:
I'm disappointed; I so believed you'd do something like that!
Oh, the hilariously awesome life I'd have if only I had balls.
You should have--it would have been hilarious!!
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