| This place is pretty quiet lately. Where did everybody go?
The woman in the office across from me (known as "Fiddlehead" for unwittingly eating raw fiddleheads and then spending a day puking, not realizing that one has to boil fiddleheads for ten minutes to kill certain toxins) came in today and said her dog ate a small nail last night, so the vet said they should feed the dog (a lab) a "vaseline sandwich" and search what comes out the other side for the nail. Her and her husband are discussing which of them will work from home tomorrow and spend the day on "slippery poop inspection patrol". Technically it's her dog, not her husband's, but it was her husband's work around the house that provided the nail, plus she gets sick when dealing with dog digestive functions. Who checks the poop? Discuss.
-Ricardo
"2 minutes by yourself and...you feel shame, you know...and then you get free" | 
