Games to Play on Transit #6

Give names to the people you see every day but won't talk to lest you then end up feeling obligated to talk to them every day. For example, I have "The Lunchbox Tard" (a mentally handicapped man that carries one of those huge 1930's steelworker-type lunch boxes big enough to double as a cat-carrier), "Other Tie Guy" (a man about ten years older than me that so far is the only other person I've seen wearing a tie to work), "EMO girl" (a high school kid in PoMo that looks like every single girl on MySpace), etc.. Someone else has probably dubbed me "Blackberry Guy".

Bwaahahahahaa!

From my former boss:

Sorry to bug you... I have tried to avoid wherever possible. We have hit a problem with the T-Net today that Trevor [This would be "the Doctor" - MB] has not been able to resolve...

It took the MCSE a whole week after launch to break it. I'm impressed. I expected him to bork it up during testing.

Knowing that the Doctor is functionally illiterate and will send no less than four responses to every one e-mail I've taken a lesson from my divorce — my response:

OK, as long as you realise I can only do this by e-mail and I can't guarantee response times. This is outside the long-term contract so it will be $125/hr billed in 6 minute increments.

That'll be minimum of $12.50 for every stupid e-mail he sends me. My ex-wife added $800 to my legal bill with 64 "yes", "no", "huh?" e-mails to my lawyer at the same rates.