i help my boss, he lifts the desks and i pull the cords out from arond the legs and untangle them…

trip number four to his office, and i think this one might actually be the last.  still i ask, “anything else?”

“no, i think that’s it.”

“well, lemme know, i’m available for under-desk maneuvrage.”

… i really just said that, didn’t i?…

“ok, will do, no problem.”  good old chris’s french language speaking mind just does not put two and two together, and i wander out of his office pink-faced, but unscathed.