An exchange
Boss: Ahhh, mechanical vibrations. (spying the textbook on my co-wokers desk)
mike d: that was a terrible class.
Boss: You have NO idea.
mike d: oh, I do.
Boss: You didn’t have The General. The man wore Egg colored pants and shirts with pocket protectors every day and worked us like a dictator. He spoke with a german accent and would start every lecture in the exact same way. It was an impossibly difficult class. The highest grade he gave out was a B, and that was a stretch.
mike d: My class was taught by a man named Professor Dimentburg.
::pause::
Boss: you win.
Authored by: mike d.
