(We have a really cool boss who has a sarcastic sense of humor and often makes pop culture references, often obscure or pointless ones. In this instance another employee has made a small and easily fixable and forgettable mistake. However, as he is new and still a bit nervous I am giving him a hard time about it. Boss comes over and hears us “arguing.”)

Coworker: “Don’t blame me. I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

Me: “I already get blamed for everything, so if all else fails, you can blame it on me.”

Boss: “Guys, we’ll just do like Milli Vanilli and blame it on the rain.”

(Boss and I both laugh at the lame joke.)

Coworker: *staring blankly* “Who’s Milli Vanilli?”

Boss: *to coworker in deadpan voice* “You know what? Don’t talk to me. We’re no longer friends.”

(Boss walked away and tried to keep a straight face.)

(I overheard this conversation as they were in the cube next to mine:)

Newer Coworker: “So the client kept telling me, after I asked for their payment, that I needed to contact the vendor to get the payment.”

Training Coworker: “Um, WE’RE the vendor…”

Me: *giggles silently* “Poor kid.”

(I’m a contractor assisting at the daily production meeting. There’s the manager and six foremen from different productions parts of the mill. As I get in, four of those are having an intense discussion on a specific problem. The head manager enters the meeting, which should have started at 9, and it’s already 9:10.)

Manager: “Okay, folks, let’s get this over with.”

(The foremen continue discussing their problems.)

Manager: “Guys, can should talk about this after this meeting, please?”

Foreman #1: “No problem.”

Foreman #2: “Can’t do. I have to check out the shipping schedule. How about at 10?”

Foreman #3: “Unavailable at 10. How about 10:30?”

Manager: “Guys. Can it wait after this meeting. We really should get going. The mill manager is waiting for me.”

Foreman #1: “Then let’s meet to decide a time where we should meet.”

Foreman #2: “9:45 would be good.”

Foreman #3: “Me, too.”

(General sense of approval.)

Foreman #1: *very serious* “So we’ll meet at 9:45 to decide when we’ll set-up our meeting for this issue. Everybody is okay with that?”

Everybody: “Yes, fine, will do, etc.”

Manager: “Did you just schedule a meeting to schedule a meeting?”

Me: “I’d like three soft tacos with no lettuce, and a medium drink.”

Cashier: “A T8?”

Me: “What?”

Cashier: “A T8.”

Me: “I’m sorry; I still don’t understand what you’re saying to me.”

Cashier: “A T8.”

Me: “You’re just repeating that over and over.”

Cashier: “Do you want a T8?”

Me: “I don’t know what that is.”

Cashier: *pointing to the menu* “A T8.”

Me: *squinting to read the print describing the meal* “Um…”

Cashier: “Three tacos and a drink.”

Me: *rolling my eyes* “Then, yes, call it that if you want.”

(There are extra cupboards in our break-room where workers are allowed to stash snacks.)

Male Coworker: “Is it odd that every time I hear the word “unmentionables” I think of all the food that I have stashed in different areas of the office, and not of women’s lingerie?”

Me: *bursts out laughing, and walks away*