Friday night. Lauren is drawing a queen for a post and goofs up. She reaches amongst her junk for the white-out and it is gone.
Lauren: “Where’s my white out?!”
Lloyd: “In the card catalog drawer marked ‘pens and markers’.”
Lauren: “No! I need it at my fingertips for emergency white-outing. *sigh* I need an office.”
Lloyd: “If you’d keep in in that little drawer by your knees I’d leave it alone.”
Lauren: “But then when I hollered ‘where’s my white out?’… no one would know.”
Brad says
I’m always looking in that knee-drawer for scissors. Maybe I’ll bring scissors with me this year and put some there. And some correction fluid.
Lauren says
‘Correction fluid’ -- that would make a good beer name.
Jill says
HA!!
Or a good band name. Whichever.
Peggy says
I don’t like the sound of correction fluid….fluid, moist fluid.
And it reminds me of some weird medical substance:
Surgeon: “Needle.”
“Probe.”
“Scalpel.”
“Correction fluid.”
Gretchen says
White-out…at one time in my life I couldn’t be without it. Now I can’t remember the last time I used it. I don’t even think we own any. What changed? Certainly it is NOT that I make fewer mistakes.