The other day at the Day Job, one of my colleagues asked me a question. “Jay, why do you bring your snow brush in here?” Then she braced herself for what she apparently expected to be a very silly answer.
I cocked my eyebrow at her and held up the brush (telescoping to six feet long, with scraper, brush, and squeegee). “Because I don’t want to have to clean off my car to get to the tool I need to clean off my car.”
She blinked for a second. “That… makes a lot of sense.” Which she obviously wasn’t expecting.
I glared at her. “I do that occasionally, you know, just to keep you on your toes.”
So that’s why I take my snow brush with me in bad weather — or I expect bad weather.
This trick has its occasional drawbacks — such as colleagues who don’t follow my wisdom asking me to borrow my brush. Or, in the case of one particularly cute colleague, “Jay, could you go clean off my car for me?”
Sheesh. How dare she? How dare she think I’m so easily manipulated, to be sucked in by her pleading tone and sweet smile and batting of the eyes. I was grossly offended and insulted.
Which helped keep me warm while I… er… um…
Hey, at least she drove a small car.