Today, I Was Told Norwegian Taskmasters Were the Best and Worst Kind of Taskmasters

A man to whom I owed money slammed my hand in a car door five times today. He slammed it a sixth time and said, "And one more for good luck." Something struck me very funny at that point. Not the one-liner, I think, but the situation in general.

Today, I Think My Speakers Broke.

When the woman from next door, the one with the big hair, walked into our office, I was returning money to petty cash. I looked up at her and she was one of my close friends from highschool. She recognized me and said, "Hello Brendon." and walked out of the office. When I went to find her, she was back to being the woman from next door. The one with the big hair.

Today, The Man From Addis Ababa Asked Me How I Had Been

On my afternoon constitutionals, I often wander over to the White House, located a hop, skip and a jump away from my offices. Today, while gazing upon the the seat of our nation's government, I and four other business-suited men spontaneously broke into a pitch-perfect (and fully harmonized), hummed rendition of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". Mine was the tenor part. It lasted all of three minutes, and ended as perfectly as it had began. As i gazed upon the gathered listeners, I spotted one of today's famously "troubled" youths. In his eye, there sat a single tear.

Today, I Found Mr. Amoako's Laugh to Be Quite Wonderful.

It used to drive her crazy.
My boss would give me money and ask me to run “personal errands,” for her. If there was any leftover change I would give it to homeless people.
She once gave me a twenty to buy her a loaf of bread.
She looked me square in the eye and said, “Do not give my change to a homeless person.”
I said, “I am going to give your change to a homeless person.”
And I did.
Many people think it was this action that led to my dismissal. Not so. My termination was due, in fact, to my frequent copy room liaisons with an exotic Corsican mail clerk.