Someone offered to show me an office that was painted last night. “Want to see it?”

This isn’t a euphemism. This is literal. I work in a cubicle. I will never work in an office. There is no reason that I would want to look at an office, unless it had monitors running videos of baby pygmy goats doing that hopping wiggling thing they do that is so fucking cute. No other reason.

I hadn’t even made eye contact with this person.

All I can think of is that

it is now widely known

that I am that easily amused.

Not only can I handle drying paint, but I can handle paint that has already dried!

I am the simplest person in the world.

Come on at me world! I’ll laugh myself silly at the thought of spie rather than spy, because, I mean, pie is hilarious and a secret agent of pie (spie) is doubly hilarious.

Hey, wait. Where are all 3 of you going?