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Wednesday, October 04, 2006 

"What does closed door mean?"

TS: Is DS still there?

Me: Yup.

Me points to office. TS Looks into room.

TS: I don't see him. Is he on the floor?

Me: No. He doesn't do the GT thing.

TS: Nuts.

TS leaves. Five seconds later, DS walks into room. Me opens mouth to say...

DS closes door.

Five seconds pass.

TS: Oh! What does closed door mean?

Me lists off possibilities with left hand fingers.

Me: On the phone. Playing video games.

TS Motions to knock.

Me: Do it.

TS: NO!

Me: I'll do it.

TS: So you'll knock and just push me in?

Me: If I have to.

An hour and a half later. DS is pacing in his office, talking softly into his headset.

TS storms into my area, looks into DS's office.

TS: Oh. Hrmp.

Me: *laughs*

TS: Hrmmm.