Two things:
#1
We have a "rodent" in our office. A message went out today about taking home candy and food, not giving it a reason to hang around.
I'm officially resigning the moment I see the "rodent" and/or any of it's remnants. In other words, its poop.
#2
I always hear firetrucks as cries. As in bawling wails. Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh (say it out loud, the note drops from high to low, like a wail).
A firetruck passed today and a woman carrying her child covered his ears.
No wails. A fine listener. He'll be a good guy.
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