Today a group of businessmen came in to chat with our CEO. They walked right past the group of desks that I sit in. The following furious jabber chat ensued betwixt me and co-workers:
Me: There is a bevy of Japanese businesspersons in the fish tank with D.L: That's no bevy. That's a gaggle.
Perhaps a pod.Me: A cluster?
L: A cluster... not bad.
Me: A covey
G: A murder.
Me: A coterie
L: I was waiting for "murder."
Me: An outfit of businessmen.
L: Heh. An outfit of suits.
G: Heh, that's good
J: Are they handing him fat stacks of cash?
Me: A horde of mongoloids.
*titters.*J: *baps Aya on the head.*
L: Thank you, J.
Me: What?
It's a perfectly cromulent term.L: So. Wrong.
I love my job.
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On a totally unrelated note, Geoff says that the next time you come over, if you bring a stack of blank cds with you, Aeon will probably burn you a whole bunch of trance off of his computer (assuming Aeon is in at the time-- and if he isn't you can probably leave them for him to do later).
Posted by Anonymous | January 27, 2007 11:54 PM
Posted on January 27, 2007 23:54