cobalt

As some of my friends here may know, I'm a mid-level manager at a Fortune 500 company. Very corporate. I only note this because of the context of what I'm about to tell you.

So one of the people on my team usually sits at his desk and eats a microwaved TV Dinner for lunch every day. Well, in the midst of eating it this Friday, he gets up and runs (as in sprints) across the building. He dissapears for about half an hour, and then comes back over to me and whispers:

"Boss, I have to go home immediately. Can you get coverage for me?"

"Sure," I say. "Are you okay?"

"I just shit myself" he says. " I had to flush my underwear down the toilet."

"Don't even bother sitting down," I say quitely in my most serious tone, doing my best to keep from laughing; "Just grab your things and get on out of here...! Take care, man!!!"

Monday, I'll be sure to get the name of that TV Dinner!! Poor fella!