Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Bossman: What's that smell?*

Me: (taking a deep breath and almost choking) Smells like pot*.

Bossman: (getting a look like he wished he could perform random drug testing if it wouldn't mean firing all but two or three of the guys who work in the field) ...

Me: I mean... it smells like a pot... of food... burning...

*I was shocked, it was about the first full sentence he's spoken to me in weeks.