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.

The phantom car has been identified!

We can all rest soundly tonight, the phantom car is not so much a phantom as a company owned car. Apparently a gentleman was working in the northeast for a long time and was using a company car so that he wouldn’t have to rent. We don’t know the back story as to how this company originally got claim to this car, but this guy ended up leaving and working more permanently in the south. The car now rests dormant in our front lot… occasionally used by klingons employees coming from distant locations.

wow. well, I’m relieved. The workplace is, once again, a safe working environment.