Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Something About

I went in to ask my boss last week where his assistant had gone.

"Where's Erin?" I asked.

"Something about a printer driver," he said.

Something about.

It's the shrewdest thing I've ever heard anyone say. He conveyed both information and complete helplessness. No way could I ask him anything else--in fact, my question to him inescapably created more work for me.

In the game of office chess, it was an effort checkmate.

I returned his level gaze. "You're a mad genius," I said. Inscrutable, but he knew what I meant. I wanted to stay and talk, but I had to go hunt something down.

Something about a printer driver.

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