On Friday, a few of us in the division went out to lunch to celebrate a co-worker's last day with us (not because we're glad she's leaving, but because she's doing something cool). Understandably, lunch went a little long, and when we were coming back from lunch, fellow research assistant Jen and I were a few steps behind, so we caught the elevator with Whitecastle, who was not coming back from a late lunch, but from winning an award, as it sometimes happens to him...
Whitecastle: Nice, leisurely lunch, huh?
Moi: Yeah... oh, it's 2:10 already? Wm... we didn't leave for lunch until 2pm...
(Everyone in the elevator gives me a "nice try" look)
Kind Stranger: Well, it is Friday afternoon.
Whitecastle: That is not OK. These kids shouldn't even be having lunch. You've got to work them hard. It's the only way they'll learn.
But while I'm mocked and starved at work, at least I know that I can go home again, and family will always greet me with love...
(On the phone with Father)
Father: You need to take my car, drive it into the driveway, and let it just run for awhile. But you can't do this in the garage, OK?
Moi: Because it'll kill me?
Father: Hey! You do know some things after all. Good for you.
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