Get it? 'Cause of the “l” “r” confusion.
Ok, I’m racist. Fine, whatever.
I always think of that joke when I come in here. The old beat-up door, covered in dings and chips unveiling the dirty brown board beneath the cheap white paint, even has a sign on it--probably as old as the door judging by the contrast between the color of the paper under the tape and open to the elements--big, hand-drawn block letters: SUPPLIES. The “IE” is written on top of a “Y.” That kind of makes me want to laugh. Someone here--in this office of geniuses--someone tried to spell supplies “supplys.”
Then I don’t want to laugh. That confirms what I’ve always thought: I’m better than this place. I know I could do better. If things were different. If I could get away somehow to just… I don’t know.
It was a train! They were working on a train and each worker had to answer roll call with their position, and that one guy was missing, and he jumped out…
Man, I really gotta quit telling jokes like that.
I just wish things were different. I never really need anything from the supplies closet. You know?