I have a lunch spy. Whenever we're in the teacher's room at the same time, she closely inspects my lunch and comments. It's a little weird.
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I fell in love with my rubber band ball - and then I got down to where it falls apart.We had a receptionist who fell in love with her laminator machine. Everything we had just hanging was therefore laminated.
I like those guys!One of the idiot detectives I used to work with brought his industrial strength label maker from home one day for some reason and another guy got ahold of it. It would make labels at the speed of light so you could just crank them out. It also made them large enough to see as you were walking down the cubicle aisles. Everyone got a label for their cubicles, jackets, chairs, computer monitors.....I had some several labels all over my office area making wrongly contrived statements about my mother, my dog, my mother and my dog, the guy in the next cubicle professing his undying love for me.....it was quite a mature display of the proper use of a label maker....
Interesting - watch her, lest she try to help herself.I have a lunch spy. Whenever we're in the teacher's room at the same time, she closely inspects my lunch and comments. It's a little weird.
I have a lunch spy. Whenever we're in the teacher's room at the same time, she closely inspects my lunch and comments. It's a little weird.
I still have one and two rolls of tape!Remember the old knuckle buster label makers? Your hand ached after making a label from squeezing the crap out of the thing. And you had to make every label three times because there was always one letter you didn't squeeze hard enough to get a good impression. Then after a day the label started to curl, and after two it fell off completely. And spinning that damn wheel and getting the letters to line up perfectly! Oh, those were the days.
I confess I look forward to hearing about the clipboard lady, now. These work stories are priceless. I hope you don't sue me if they are "accidentally" pilfered for enhancing my own short story writing.Took out yesterdays. Corn beef special is in there. And and a Noosa blueberry yogurt. I don't think she can trace it. I know it's mine. It's expired. Scared to throw away.
I'm hungry.
What's my homework?No food until you've finished your homework!!
No food until you've finished your homework!!
What's my homework?
Never mind, just got the reference. I'm a little slow.
Oh my. That is quite the creation! Thank you!Sorry, I was having a childhood flashback.......here you go, My CAT!
Oh my. That is quite the creation! Thank you!
Yum.Entirely edible. The pipe stem is a pretzel stick!
Yum.
So now I will say I thought that homework line was from The Wall. I said it to myself in that voice and everything.