At the box social
Whenever I see a woman on the bus doing her make-up, I have to fight the urge to walk by and go, “It’s hopeless.”
My middle school created this cartoon-worthy rulebook my seventh grade year which they handed out to all of the students at the beginning of the year. As if we were in some sort of gang zone. I mean, this was rural San Diego county, which is stuck in some ’70s midwestern time warp. And it brought me great joy, always, to break out said rule book whenever one of my friends would commit a transgression and recite to them their crime and potential punishment.
Fast forward to 2008 where my department created guidelines for appropriate office behavior. I made several photocopies for myself, and whenever someone makes a hint of an offense contained therein, I copy the page, highlight the crime, and leave it for them on their chair, desk, inbox, or all of the above. Way fun.
Do you too see something wrong with the family-sized pack of Vivarin?
