Tuesday, October 04, 2005

This email was in response to an email asking about where "Herbert" ripped his pants:

Herbert Cosens
\10/04/2005 01:04 PM
To: Annette Fullerton
cc:
Subject: Re:

right in my private area.

just kidding...just on the leg by my foot. its a big rip. i grabbed a saftey pin from dorothy. wont be walking around to much more today.


Herbert Cosens
Senior Client Coordinator


Now I beg to know how one does not notice when they rip their pants. Its like a rip in pantyhose, you feel the air and something is off. Apparently Herbert was in a bit of an early morning, rush-to-work haze and didn't take time to wake up and smell the coffee. He now has a safety pin attaching the bottom pieces of his pant leg, given to him by a friendly cube neighbor. I imagine it happened during a "Ferris Bueller's Day Off"-principal-breaking-into-home, type of event. Perhaps he was mauled by a dog, and the dog ripped through his pant leg. Though, Herbert did not have any scars. And why would a dog attack him? He is not menacing or threatening. The whole situation makes for a great midday daydream. I have a great imagination at work.

*Names have been changed to protect identities.