Monday, January 9, 2006


Either I was extra gullible or badly in need of caffeine, but that old rascal Ralph sure played one hell of a practical joke on me this morning.  Shortly after I sat down, our favorite building manager informed me that he needed to go to the hospital for an emergency operation on his throat.  All the while, his speech was punctuated by a series of occasional high-pitched chirps of gradually increasing intensity.  While some might wonder whether Ralph had contracted the Bird Flu, a little birdie told me he was just having some fun!    

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