Yesterday, Louise and I had a spat about whose face smelled more like fruit or something along those lines. There was a lot of "you smell," "no, your face does," and other well articulated arguments. But it made Cashier Dorothy smile, which is OK by me. Following our public display of eloquence and intellect, we joined a greater discussion amongst our work group regarding whether people around us are getting dumber (our hypothesis) or if we are just getting smarter (unlikely). The debate reached a climax when I shouted "I think my shirt is on backwards" and ran into the rest rom to turn it around. Some days, it feels like I'm only seconds away from getting my BA revoked.
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