Today, toward the end of the day, I ran into the dean, Attila. She was standing at her secretary's desk and counting to herself by fives. After she'd reached twenty-five, she glanced up and noticed me loitering about. I must have looked inquisitive or puzzled, because she explained that she had a meeting to go to and didn't know how many people were supposed to attend.
"Are you baking cookies?" I asked.
"No, I'm making photocopies," the Hun replied.
"Oh, that's too bad," I said. "Nobody likes photocopies, but everybody likes cookies."
From the quizzical look she gave me, I'd say, come Monday morning, I'll either be fired or promoted to head of personnel.
I wonder which it will be.
"Are you baking cookies?" I asked.
"No, I'm making photocopies," the Hun replied.
"Oh, that's too bad," I said. "Nobody likes photocopies, but everybody likes cookies."
From the quizzical look she gave me, I'd say, come Monday morning, I'll either be fired or promoted to head of personnel.
I wonder which it will be.