I don’t work in an office, but there times while driving that I think they’ve let everyone out of St. Elizabeth’s and given each of them a free car and a GPS with my location marked.
Almost daily I try to remind myself of what a former politician said: “Take people as they are – there are no others.” (No idea if that’s how it’s translated correctly)
But still I find myself pretty regularly with a concussion in front of a dented wall.
I used to think “they” were making a reality show that was broadcast on the other side of the world. Then I moved to the other side of the world, and was disappointed of not being able to see said show.
(In truth, there are two acceptable reasons to wear clip-on ties. The first is if you are on stage and have to do super-quick costume changes. The second is if you are in a job where things around your neck could be dangerous.)
I thought this was funny, until I remembered being let out of a cage into an office setting that one time…
And that title though! Nice reference. I wonder how many readers of today’s comic have read that book? Or seen the movie with Ernest Borgnine?
The office buffoons are not zombies. The situation is exactly like the one described here, and the buffoons are not zombies. I don’t know why you would think they are zombies, because they’re not. Geez.
When I worked in an office, we occasionally would hire a gaggle of temps to do overflow work. Hence getting asked 3x a day where the copier, fax machine, bathroom, etc was. A few of us eventually threw up our hands and mounted signs. Our office was a labyrinth, though. I still wonder if one of them occasionally got eaten…
I don’t work in an office, but there times while driving that I think they’ve let everyone out of St. Elizabeth’s and given each of them a free car and a GPS with my location marked.
I share this exact sentiment.
I drive a big rig and I’ve come to the conclusion that my truck is an IQ black hole; the closer they get to my truck the stupider they get.
Well, each reader may draw the conclusion independently.
If they’re near my truck they’ll be too busy crashing into trees, or smacking mirrors together.
Almost daily I try to remind myself of what a former politician said: “Take people as they are – there are no others.” (No idea if that’s how it’s translated correctly)
But still I find myself pretty regularly with a concussion in front of a dented wall.
Like the Trueman Show, but everyone’s an idiot
Truman Show*
Please tell me no actual coffee was harmed or wasted in the creation of this entertainment product ….
Of course not, that’s just ink the buffoon is trying to drink.
Nah, its just that Folgers stuff.
Probably marmite.
Office? World. Asimov’s “Jokester” springs to mind.
I used to think “they” were making a reality show that was broadcast on the other side of the world. Then I moved to the other side of the world, and was disappointed of not being able to see said show.
hidden camera, heh
Hope I’m not one of those baffoons.
1 out of three people are buffoons.
If you look at the two closest people next to you and they are OK… it’s you.
And if they’re both buffoons by my judgement?
Hmm. This is actually pretty likely.
*computer blows up*
Love the reference to Daniel Keyes
The buffoon in Panel 1 did an amazing job tying his bow-tie.
The Buffoon Wrangler and Costumer did that.
It’s a clip-on. Buffoons wear clip-ons.
(In truth, there are two acceptable reasons to wear clip-on ties. The first is if you are on stage and have to do super-quick costume changes. The second is if you are in a job where things around your neck could be dangerous.)
Security comes to mind but then those metal clips can pierce a trachea something quick.
I like the magnetic ones, though sometimes the magnets mess up the Bluetooth connection.
I thought this was funny, until I remembered being let out of a cage into an office setting that one time…
And that title though! Nice reference. I wonder how many readers of today’s comic have read that book? Or seen the movie with Ernest Borgnine?
The office buffoons are not zombies. The situation is exactly like the one described here, and the buffoons are not zombies. I don’t know why you would think they are zombies, because they’re not. Geez.
You say buffoon, I say Temp.
When I worked in an office, we occasionally would hire a gaggle of temps to do overflow work. Hence getting asked 3x a day where the copier, fax machine, bathroom, etc was. A few of us eventually threw up our hands and mounted signs. Our office was a labyrinth, though. I still wonder if one of them occasionally got eaten…
“Oh no! A buffoon got loose!!!” “SHOOOOTT HERRRR!!!!”
No, Adam. You want to know why?
Because I AM that bufoon. *dun dun dun*
every panel’s a winnAH, but panel #3 had me pounding the desk and laughing out loud.
…good thing i work in an office where i can close the door. :}
great comments, too. well…except this one. :\