A new description of happiness

Yesterday it was taco salad day. And it was free if you attended the all-staff meeting. We are big fans of the taco salad so we were quite elated. Our joy morphed into a new way to express happiness.

Kelsey: That makes me happy!
Thad: Happy like free taco salad day?

The Count

Me: I have three lamps in my office.
Thad: One... two... three... ah, ha, ha. Three lamps. [in the voice of the count]
Me: Does the Count have a last name?
Kelsey: I'll look it up. Nope. He's just the Count.
Thad: There's a video on YouTube that has part of the Count's song bleeped out.
Thad: There's a Muppet Wiki.
Kelsey: Of course there is.
Thad: The Count's favorite TV show is 24. I'm reading the Count trivia.

Haley's Comet, taco salad

It's taco salad day in the cafeteria. This is very exciting in our corner of the world.

Kelsey: I told Thad that taco salad day is like the Haley's Comet of lunches. It doesn't come around nearly enough.
Me: What was the Hale Bop?
Kelsey: That was the cult who wore Reeboks. Heaven's Gate.
Thad: Look at their logo on Wikipedia. It would make a good '70s t-shirt.
Kelsey: Or theme night at the roller rink.

What now?

I don't know what she's talking about but I just overheard Kelsey say, "It's like Denny's at 1 a.m."

Oh you need a little help

We have the opportunity to look at many Web sites during the course of our work. Kelsey found a particularly bad one. That had a sibling.

Kelsey: I finally found the right site. I wouldn't say it's better. It's bad in a different way. And look, they use an apostrophe in the word "e-mail!"

Sucker Punch!

Maria: When you head over will you grab me, but not physically? Well, maybe by the arm.

Laura: I will grab you by the ankle.

Maria: No, because then I will fall and get a black eye. Wait, that might get me out of door duty.

Laura: True. Do you want me to punch you?

Also, where can you buy those black ski cap things?

Maria, yelling over the cube wall: Hey, Kelsey. What do you call those recorder things they have in shopping stores in case people steal things? Me: Um, surveillance cameras? Maria: Yeah. Me: Are you planning on robbing something later? Maria: No, but I did have a dream that my brother and his friends robbed a 7-11 once.

The banana made me do it

Maria is talking to her fruit again. This time, in the midst of a meeting (regarding nothing edible I might add), she said, "Oh. You're gross." in a very disapproving tone. The half-eaten banana was banished to the drawer. Couple of things about this exchange: First, the obvious. The banana can't talk back. Second, if the banana is gross, maybe the garbage would be a better option? But then Maria would have no one to talk to.

Huh?

A place to record our distractions. Usually along the lines of "If someone overheard this they would think we're crazy/something is wrong with us."