I apparently have some sort of sarcasm gene that's difficult to turn off. I got to my office and had a voice mail message from the young man working the front desk downstairs:
"Joanna, I just wanted to let you know you've received a package. I would appreciate it if you could pick it up. It's in the copy room. Thank you very much. And, I hope you have a very nice afternoon."
So, I went downstairs and said to him as I walked through to the copy room that he'd left a very nice message. "What was the matter with it?" he wanted to know. Nothing. I just wanted him to know it was very nice. I went on into the copy room. On my way out he asked if I was being sarcastic. Ummm...no. It was a nice message. Really.
Heh. I get this sort of reaction when I'm being sincere a lot more often than I should. Now, I can sort of understand when it's one of my close friends. They're used to me being sarcastic all the time. But, a virtual stranger? A young man I've exchanged 30 words with since he started in my building a month ago? I wonder if there's some sort of gene therapy I could take that would turn the sarcasm level down when I'm being sincere?
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Oh...and...attaboy, Lance!
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