The best part about forced remembrance breakfasts is the free pancakes.
The second best part is getting back to your desk with the free pancakes before the forced moment of silence. Score!
The pancakes, however, are from a bad mix and look decent, but taste mediocre. Somehow, quite fitting.
Forced moments of silence are hard. I always have naughty thoughts during them…
And this should shock any of us why?
Hey! I went to quakery meeting with and was perfectly respectful, so it’s not like I’m *incapable*!
But you may have a point.
Did you put the pancakes in two tall stacks, then crash syrup into them?
That what I’dve done.
Then I’d scream “BITCHES! ALL OF YOU FILTHY BEAUTIFUL BITCHES!” as I ran out the door.
Crazy! We have nothing here. At times, I am quite happy to work for a godless entertainment evil empire.
We didn’t have a breakfast, but we did have forced moments of silence, which turned out to be quite funny. The building has two receptionists, one of whom — the one who did all the PA announcements — has recently retired. There is an older lady, a retiree, I think, who is doing some of the PA work now, and she just can’t do it. She came on this morning and announced, in a very garbled manner that there would be moments of silence. Then when it was time for the first one, she announced, “We will now have a moment of silence — pause, pause, pause — Thank you.” Our moment of silence was about three seconds long. And she did it that way for each moment.
Yeah, I was kind of wondering if we’d do anything here, but nothing. Weird. Or maybe not.
You can spearhead next year’s crappy pancake mix breakfast.
Yes, and be sure to have strawberries, wipped cream, and blueberries to show out Nazionalische pride.