>Good morning.
>Tuesday morning.
Mornin, frenz
>Mornin' Ralph… Please pass the Covfefe.
>For christ sakes you're sitting in the cubicle right next to each other. Do you really need to respond on here?
>Yes, because Ralph gets the premium window cubicle and I am stuck in the row with the woman who wears too much perfume. And I think the pressure must have been too much for Sam, last time we saw him there was a rant about someone taking his stapler.
comfy