I’m about to walk into his office now. Which do I choose?
How should I start a conversation with Carlos, my friend and fellow lab member from Colombia?
“Hey Carlos! What are you up to this weekend?”
OR
“Hey Carlos, did you hear about all those clowns that got shot dead by a crazed gunman at a Cirque De Sole performance for poor children in your home town yesterday?”
DISCUSS.
“Hey Carlos! What are you up to this weekend?”
OR
“Hey Carlos, did you hear about all those clowns that got shot dead by a crazed gunman at a Cirque De Sole performance for poor children in your home town yesterday?”
DISCUSS.
posted by FEMBOTanist at Friday, February 23, 2007
6 Comments:
I think the Cirque du Soleil option is much safer.
Who knows how he will react at the first option but I know I wouldnt want to be in his warpath when you ask about his weekend... Dangerous stuff.
I suggest provoking a Cirque du Soleil discussion but in a more subtle way.
Perhaps you could wear a bejeweled orange spandex body suit under your lab coat?
Just a suggestion.
Ask about his weekend; so that it's obvious you're not mentioning the crazy circus clown killing Colombian, because he knows you know but is probably hoping you won't mention it, and you know that he knows about it but is hoping that you wont bring it up, and he knows that every one is now looking at him side-ways, so that walking into his office and asking about his weekend will hopefully cause him to jump up and run from the room waving his arms in the air screaming 'it wasn't me, it wasn't me'.
Could be funny.
So will you tell which option you chose and what the outcome was?
Nice to see that some things haven't changed at all!!
Love to see you in good old Shef! By mid year i might have a better accommodation situation but either way I can show you a nice old time flying between one pub and the other! It was great to hear from you on Stu's B'day! You really made my day!!! Love ya mate!
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.
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