Not impressed

Our office is moving and they’re trying to pick out colors for the cubicles (CAUTION: may contain office like substance). I was approached for my ideas, keeping in mind they were looking for something that wouldn’t show dirt.

I grabbed a scrap sheet of paper, lovingly placed it on the ground in front of me, stepped back, and took a running leap at it (feet first of course… it’s not like I’m completely out of my gourd). I picked it up and pointed at the scuff mark left by my shoe, “I think we should go with that color.”

I got the best response I could have hoped for… none whatsoever; just a searching look that said, “I can’t quite tell if your serious or not and I’m not sure I want to know.”

Note: discerning readers may recognize my sidebar comment in the first sentence – my homage to The Tuesday Morning Quarterback on

Give the gift of words.