temp’s temples
We have a temp (because I finally decided to dip into my 300 accumulated days of vacation - well more like irked into doing it but that’s another story).
So this temp, besides being a tad inexperienced in the inner workings of an office, she’s also very uninformed in other aspects of life…Like geography.
Beatrix Kiddo: So are you from the Bay Area?
Air-Pillow Head Temp: Oh, no. I’m from Geoooorgiaaaa
BK: I’m from XXXX
APHT: Do you get there by driving?
BK: After picking up my jaw from the floor. Oh, no. XXXX is an island
APHT: Oh. Pause. Forehead wrinkles. Is that smoke coming out her head? I see, so you drive there through Mexico!
What could I possibly respond to this blessed Child Left Behind?
What do they kids to school for nowadays? Beyond showing the latest fashions, hooking up, and learning about non-science, I don’t see what the point is. Judging by this (and many other baffling exchanges encountered throughout the years), I’m sure this is the current high school curriculum:
Good morning class. This semester we’re going to deal with “nothing.” By the end of the course you’ll master the art of knowing “nothing”, how to do “nothing” and still get by, the applications of “nothing” in your daily life, and how to take “nothing” to the next level. Towards the end of the term, we’ll have succeeded in turning you into an empty inane vacuole. You’ll still have the capacity to emit sounds but they’ll mean “nothing.”
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a vacuous vacuole