Friday, February 20, 2009

In Maturity

A very civilized meeting commenced on what would normally be called Drab, Flab, Super Dull Wednesday. The silent seriousness of the occasion was made manifest in the strict, bulleted agenda. All gathered, pencils at the ready, hovering above cluttered planners and neat yellow Steno pads.

Without warning, a note was nonchalantly passed to the Cool Kids.

Read as follows:

Cool Kids,
My Elvis Costello band just got asked to play on Friday night at Cafe Rembrandt in the Metroplex. We're on at 10. If you can, I'd be thrilled to see you there. Short notice, I know.
- Tweedle Dee


The Cool Kids raised their brows at one another and whispered delicately out of the sides of their mouths that perhaps this was just what was needed to placate a particularly insistent Drab Wednesday - the promise of an evening out - of flashy attire, interesting music, and sparkly shoes! Oh! They smiled under masking hands, and winked to each other in mutual understanding; the drone of the meeting continued on without them.

From across the still room, a generally robust man got the Cool Kids' attention with the flick of a hand and then and there, with an amused eyebrow raised, he silently mouthed (in what would otherwise be a loud, but jovial reprimand) "Cool Kids! Be quiet. Listen to the important-i-tudes. Your lives may depend on this relatively asinine information!"

The Cool Kids cowered at the reproof, lowered their eyes back to the secret note. Cool Kid 1 decided, in a fit of frustration, that she would not endure that sort of harsh business wielded so unpleasantly by the rotund. She glanced back, a glare of warning in her eye. Before she could secure the rotund's attention, she saw Tweedle Dee gesticulating grandly behind the rotund, mouthing (again silently) "Oh, man! YOU GOT TOLD!"

Quickly, the Cool Kids collaborated through telepathic communication that they would mount a rebellion. "SO!" Cool Kid 1 scribbled in bold letters across a blank spot on the contraband note. She flashed it...discreetly. Tweedle Dee immediately responded with the flashed return, "Touche," scribbled on his notes.

Cool Kid 2, recognizing her perfect opportunity, seized the pen and responded with a brilliant shrug, "Touch U?". As she held up the sign, both of the Cool Kids acted confused, a mocking misunderstanding that deflated Teweedle Dee into a crumpled mass of blushing guffaw.

"Tweedle Dee!" the speaker crooned, "Stop making a ruckus! Don't you understand the ridiculous importance of this say-nothing meeting? Stop!"

The Cool Kids could not look at each other for a significant amount of time. They bit their lips and pinched their legs under the table, trying to stanch the pure joy bursting from their souls. "Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh" was their silent mantra for the rest of the meeting.

Just before the end of the solemn gathering, the Cool Kids lifted their heads only to find that Tweedle Dee once again held a scribbled sign for them to read. They were horrified to find that it said,

"Promise?"

You know what?

Touche, Tweedle Dee. Tou-freakin'-che.

3 comments:

Staci said...

Ya gotta love staff meetings. Glad you didn't drop into a coma.

Christine said...

The goofiness that day kinda saved my life. Or at least my mood.

Kathy B! said...

You guys are hilarious! I've never attended a meeting, staff or otherwise, that was this fun.

Friday, February 20, 2009

In Maturity

A very civilized meeting commenced on what would normally be called Drab, Flab, Super Dull Wednesday. The silent seriousness of the occasion was made manifest in the strict, bulleted agenda. All gathered, pencils at the ready, hovering above cluttered planners and neat yellow Steno pads.

Without warning, a note was nonchalantly passed to the Cool Kids.

Read as follows:

Cool Kids,
My Elvis Costello band just got asked to play on Friday night at Cafe Rembrandt in the Metroplex. We're on at 10. If you can, I'd be thrilled to see you there. Short notice, I know.
- Tweedle Dee


The Cool Kids raised their brows at one another and whispered delicately out of the sides of their mouths that perhaps this was just what was needed to placate a particularly insistent Drab Wednesday - the promise of an evening out - of flashy attire, interesting music, and sparkly shoes! Oh! They smiled under masking hands, and winked to each other in mutual understanding; the drone of the meeting continued on without them.

From across the still room, a generally robust man got the Cool Kids' attention with the flick of a hand and then and there, with an amused eyebrow raised, he silently mouthed (in what would otherwise be a loud, but jovial reprimand) "Cool Kids! Be quiet. Listen to the important-i-tudes. Your lives may depend on this relatively asinine information!"

The Cool Kids cowered at the reproof, lowered their eyes back to the secret note. Cool Kid 1 decided, in a fit of frustration, that she would not endure that sort of harsh business wielded so unpleasantly by the rotund. She glanced back, a glare of warning in her eye. Before she could secure the rotund's attention, she saw Tweedle Dee gesticulating grandly behind the rotund, mouthing (again silently) "Oh, man! YOU GOT TOLD!"

Quickly, the Cool Kids collaborated through telepathic communication that they would mount a rebellion. "SO!" Cool Kid 1 scribbled in bold letters across a blank spot on the contraband note. She flashed it...discreetly. Tweedle Dee immediately responded with the flashed return, "Touche," scribbled on his notes.

Cool Kid 2, recognizing her perfect opportunity, seized the pen and responded with a brilliant shrug, "Touch U?". As she held up the sign, both of the Cool Kids acted confused, a mocking misunderstanding that deflated Teweedle Dee into a crumpled mass of blushing guffaw.

"Tweedle Dee!" the speaker crooned, "Stop making a ruckus! Don't you understand the ridiculous importance of this say-nothing meeting? Stop!"

The Cool Kids could not look at each other for a significant amount of time. They bit their lips and pinched their legs under the table, trying to stanch the pure joy bursting from their souls. "Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh" was their silent mantra for the rest of the meeting.

Just before the end of the solemn gathering, the Cool Kids lifted their heads only to find that Tweedle Dee once again held a scribbled sign for them to read. They were horrified to find that it said,

"Promise?"

You know what?

Touche, Tweedle Dee. Tou-freakin'-che.

3 comments:

Staci said...

Ya gotta love staff meetings. Glad you didn't drop into a coma.

Christine said...

The goofiness that day kinda saved my life. Or at least my mood.

Kathy B! said...

You guys are hilarious! I've never attended a meeting, staff or otherwise, that was this fun.