Delias
10-04-2010, 01:15 AM
"Boss"-
I want you to know that I have procured one of the less than delicious cinnamon rolls from the office pantry . In accordance with natural law, i.e. Finders-Keepers v. Losers-Weepers, I shall not be returning it. I can’t. I ate it. However, in accordance with the laws of man (often opposed to natural law and thus foreign and alien in and of themselves) I am willing to make recompense. Enclosed are two slips of a cotton based paper that I have been informed represent two American dollars, or 0.000758658 ounces of gold, provided that the United States had remained on the gold standard, which of course it did not, rendering these two slips of organic pulp virtually worthless except by custom of acceptance throughout the United States and its territories. If you find this form of currency to be unacceptable, I am willing to barter. Perhaps you will find one quarter of a chicken, or perhaps two frogs to be an acceptable exchange rate. Please, do not hesitate to call upon me to negotiate a settlement for the price of your (admittedly fucking awful) cinnamon roll.
Or take the money and fuck yourself. Your choice.
Love,
Bob
I want you to know that I have procured one of the less than delicious cinnamon rolls from the office pantry . In accordance with natural law, i.e. Finders-Keepers v. Losers-Weepers, I shall not be returning it. I can’t. I ate it. However, in accordance with the laws of man (often opposed to natural law and thus foreign and alien in and of themselves) I am willing to make recompense. Enclosed are two slips of a cotton based paper that I have been informed represent two American dollars, or 0.000758658 ounces of gold, provided that the United States had remained on the gold standard, which of course it did not, rendering these two slips of organic pulp virtually worthless except by custom of acceptance throughout the United States and its territories. If you find this form of currency to be unacceptable, I am willing to barter. Perhaps you will find one quarter of a chicken, or perhaps two frogs to be an acceptable exchange rate. Please, do not hesitate to call upon me to negotiate a settlement for the price of your (admittedly fucking awful) cinnamon roll.
Or take the money and fuck yourself. Your choice.
Love,
Bob