fauxklore

I was going to write a brief rant on the unhelpfulness of my company's help desk, but I'm in an "accentuate the positive" mood. So, instead, excerpts from a brief email exchange at work, which started with a reminder of a retirement ceremony for an Air Force officer who used to be in our group. Note that the name of the pub is actually pronounced "Shinn-ay." I will use first initials, except that two people involved both have names that start with R.

K: Reception after the ceremony will be at Sine's Irish Pub.

R1: Is there also a Cosine's Irish Pub?

S: Let's not go off on a tangent.

Me: See what you've TRIG-gered.

K: This is all very funny once I had someone explain it to me, but stop with the math jokes.

R2: Why? Have you reached your limit?