I think I’m getting jaded at work. It started when I returned the Shane to Software Dance‘s unofficial quartermaster, Norman, one of our designers who doubles up on video editing and, apparently, drones and BigSuits. And I never make fun of his name.
“Returning Trundlebot, standard issue, one each.”
He waited a while, adjusting micrometers of space between words in a headline, before swiveling around to see me. “Trundlebot, eh?”
I stood on the corner of his desk, beside the towering (to me) mech. “All I use him for is walking around faster. He’s wasted on me, I do everything else he can do with my own two mitts.”