Thursday, April 22, 2010

I Work Upstairs From My Wife

Occasionally, we walk across the parking lot to get the mail together. It was during one such excursion that the following exchange took place:

Wife: "[Wife's Boss] has been giving me a hard time about these "mail dates." He says he doesn't want us making out in the back of his car."

Me: "Why, is it unlocked?"

Wife: *Frowns*

The Beaurocrat

I have just been appointed to a small exploratory committee, tasked with investigating possible applications for pastrami sandwiches, with cheese and Dijon mustard. While preliminary results seem to indicate that this particular combination of inputs is highly effective in a relatively narrowly-defined setting (e.g., lunch), the committee is expected to recommend much more extensive testing over a long duration of time before a more complete evaluation can be made.