I have a binder at work that I keep the key cut codes for the college in and the damn pages keep falling out. This morning I look up a room to check a core number and sure enough the page ejects itself from the book. Now I'm looking all over for those little doohickeys that you stick on the broken holes to no avail, I know I have them but God knows where I put them.
I leave my office and walk into the reception area where we have a new female student aide and innocently ask her if she has any sticky holes. She looks at me strangely and starts to turn red so I repeat myself and add that she should check her drawers that I only need to use her box for a few minutes.
You know when you have that moment when time just seems to stand still and you flash back to every thing said and done within the past few minutes? God I'm such a dope!
I leave my office and walk into the reception area where we have a new female student aide and innocently ask her if she has any sticky holes. She looks at me strangely and starts to turn red so I repeat myself and add that she should check her drawers that I only need to use her box for a few minutes.
You know when you have that moment when time just seems to stand still and you flash back to every thing said and done within the past few minutes? God I'm such a dope!
