(In an attempt to chase the mommy war infighting out of my comments section with a big old broom, I will now bring you an ongoing series of things I will actually miss about coming to work.)
(go on now, git! you no-good punk kids!)
(waves broom menancingly)
I will miss walking past this happy little fellow every morning.
After an incident involving three fire trucks, two police cars, one ambulance, a garbage can and an improperly disposed-of cigarette, these futuristic sentry-like receptacles were placed by every entrance at my office.
Quite frankly, I think they are ADORABLE, and I'm always ready for them to start blinking out morse code to me like that guy on Star Trek, only more cheerful-like and without the delta ray exposure.
beeepHELL0! I aM pleasED to accept yOUr cigareTTe! BeepBEEP! You honor Me wiTh your stub! Live long and ProSper, my dear bLACK-lunged mastER! Beep!
Or perhaps they are fooling me and are, in fact, part of a well-disguised vicious gang of keep-left signs.
HaND over THe MaRlboroS, bitCH! BeeP!