Something AboutI 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.
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.