I popped my head over the cubicle wall and I heard Jay groan.
"What do you want a joke for this time?"
"I'm working on the team presentation to upstairs."
He grumbled for a moment.
"I guess that's important enough. The set-up?"
"I've finished talking about the lawsuit for that wrongful death and want to move onto the tax avoidance plan for next year."
Jay considered things for a moment.
"Speaking of immoral bastardry, I-"
His phone rang and he answered it, which I misunderstood to mean that was the joke, which it wasn't.
I never get them, you see.
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