Archive for 2005

1PM Lunch

Copy­writer: I was ac­cost­ed by a woman with a French ac­cent at the mall at lunch to­day.
Art Di­rec­tor: Re­al­ly? How odd.
Copy­writer: Yeah, she buffed my nails and I pur­chased her prod­uct. On­ly now am I re­mem­ber­ing the ac­cent as be­ing fake.
Art Di­rec­tor: I had a run in with the cops over lunch.

930 South Cal­houn Street
Fort Wayne, In­di­ana


Man­ag­er #1: I don’t feel like work­ing to­day.
Man­ag­er #2: So why don’t you go home?
Man­ag­er #1: ‘Cause I don’t get paid to do noth­ing at home.…

3200 S. Las Ve­gas Boule­vard
Las Ve­gas, Neva­da

Over­heard by: Cathie

3PM Take Bill for a Walk

Co-work­er #1: Oh my god, he’s pee­ing un­der my desk.
Co-work­er #2: Oh! Sor­ry.
Co-work­er #1: Where’s the tis­sue? Pa­per tow­els or some­thing? He’s leak­ing, take him out­side. I’m se­ri­ous.
Co-work­er #2: Don’t freak out!
Co-work­er #1: I’m not mad, I’m just grossed out.

12345 World Trade Dri­ve
San Diego, Cal­i­for­nia

1PM Lunch

Em­ploy­ee #1: Don’t you hate it when your anorex­ia kicks in?
Em­ploy­ee #2: What?
Em­ploy­ee #1: When you see things back­wards.
Em­ploy­ee #2: Dyslex­ia.

423 West 8th Street
Kansas City, Mis­souri