Smartassery

I get this voicemail at 8:30am (exactly when I’m fully enjoying my REM sleep stage) from the managing director:

“Beatrix, yeah…I need you to call the temp because…oh geez…it’s a big mess. Remember that box that I need to ship to my mom? Well, the temp sealed the box and forgot to put my letter inside. I don’t know what to do. Could you call her?”

Beatrix Kiddo: Hi, what’s the problem again?

Lost Little Girl & Boy: Well, the box is sealed now and the letter is not in it. What can we do?

BK: Did you try opening the box and putting the letter inside?

LLGB: Um. No. What do you mean? (oh for heaven’s sake!)

BK: I mean, break the seal, open the box, stick whatever else you want inside and seal it again (pointless exrcise, like giving directions to a insect)

LLGB: Oh, I see now. Where’s the letter?

BK: I don’t know, did you write it at all?

LLGB: Yes. It was at my house last time I checked.

BK: Did you try looking for it there? (what am I, your brain?)

LLGB: What do you mean?

I bet anything this guy smokes a fat doobie before coming to work. There’s no way anyone can be this helpless without serious chemical help. 

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