Quitting time

If I ever again have to leave a job, I hope I have the presence of mind to do it this way:

I actually did give a letter of notice. I wrote it that morning, backdated of course, and shoved it under the rat’s nest of papers on BossMan’s desk. Archaeologists, later on in the millenia, find it and say “What does that mean, die in a crotchfire?” To which another archaeologist will sneer, “Let me Google that for you.”

“Crotchfire,” incidentally, is one of very few words that will reliably trigger involuntary leg-crossing.





5 comments

  1. McGehee »

    1 April 2015 · 10:43 am

    Hence the little-used term, “Halt and Crotchfire.”

  2. CGHill »

    1 April 2015 · 11:04 am

    I listened again, and Jagger is definitely not singing “I was born in a crotchfire hurricane” in “Jumpin’ Jack Flash.”

  3. LeeAnn »

    1 April 2015 · 2:12 pm

    Wait, he’s not? Oh Mick, how you’ve led me astray!

  4. McGehee »

    1 April 2015 · 4:25 pm

    But I saw Crotchfire Hurrican open for the Stones in ’74!

  5. Roger Green »

    1 April 2015 · 4:42 pm

    I never DID catch those lyrics…

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