Having exhausted all brainpower for the day, I’m cleaning out my under-desk shelves. On said shelves I find a little electronic whatsit that was superficially cool in like 2002 – but it should go now. I fling it to the trash, muttering, “this is the lamest thing ever.”
As it hits the trash, I turn to address the cats. I point to the trash can and say, “and I speak from authority on these matters of lameness.”
This is how it is at the home office.
