“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein
Minions? Are you still reeling from that happiness bomb that J. dropped on us collectively? Is your soul still singing with glee? Are visions of crumpets and home dancing in your heads? No…just me? Well, thrills happen but ridiculousness is eternal. I’ll update you on plans soon, but in the meantime, here’s a cheap laugh at my expense.
In my current fog (plus the fact that I’m a bit thrown off since I worked yesterday on the holiday and my coworkers and I are running on different mental timelines), I answered the phone today to a perky voice declaring, “Hi, I’m Jane Smith, calling from The Universe.”
I’m horrifyingly embarrassed to tell you this tale, but my brain didn’t compute this one very quickly
“The Universe.” I repeated stupidly.
“Yes, I think I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a while now.”
“Ah.” Praise Odin my backup generators didn’t fail me. “How can I help you?”
“Well we’re working on something big right now, and we’d like some police involvement.”
“Could I set up a meeting with Lt. Citrus for next week for a brief interview?”
In the area there are multiple newspapers, some of them with laughably grandiose names: The World, The All The News That’s Fit to Print Times Gazette Post, and…The Universe. I was not, in fact having an existential crisis. I’m still beating my head on my desk at how long it took my brain to catch up to that. Wonky holidays and happiness, kitten, make a potent combination!