Watched one of the younglings at work pour her left over Fruity Pebbles down the kitchen sink. Not the garbage – the sink drain. Like that won’t come back to haunt us.
Speaking of which, you’re not ten. Why the hell are you eating Fruity Pebbles?
On the way back to my desk, a girl came up and said, “Heeeyyy! How’s it goin’ old man? No, I mean, not “old” man. Why did I say that? I must be crazy.”
Then she hurried away.