They are getting three of us to move upstairs to drab brown cubicle-land. I ran into the guy who currently sits to my left whilst in the kitchen, and after a discussion about the speed of newspaper-reading in relation to amount of coffee consumed:
Him: *screws up nose* I'm going to miss you.
Me: *smiles*
Him: I mean, you talk to your screen ..
Me: *grins*
Him: ... you laugh when it appears to talk back at you ...
Him: It makes me feel kind of normal.
Good to know I'm good for something.
Posted by sniffles at July 02, 2002 11:14 AM