^^Your office must really suck. I feel sorry for you. My office? Never a dull moment. A crazy lady came in there once and informed me that a) that she was a descendant of royal and/or holy bloodlines, b) just between the two of us she was coming into a multi-million dollar inheritance, and to confirm that all I needed to do was "call Linda at the other office, you know, the one by city hall," c) she was blind, d) she was deaf, and e) I should stop smiling because "it's not funny." She then unloaded a ransom of brochures, panphlets, random business cards, schedules, and street publications she had procured from, evidently, the entire downtown landscape, and proceeded to write something in a hand the likes of which I have never seen on a post-it note, folded it up, and told me to keep it safe.
Ah, the excitement you miss out on when you're bound by the key-card attached to your belt on the ill-fitting jeans you have tucked your checkered shirt into.
Anyways to keep this post on topic, I gave her a toonie, sent her to Tim Horton's, and later I saw her dancing on the street screaming "I won a boat!" So she inherited something after all.
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