I am not a meteorologist. And I was not necessarily the best at earth science. But I do however know what my local weather man is talking about when I get the forecast from him at 6:00 AM before I start getting ready for work.
Yesterday while I was on my lunch break it rained. I happened to be outside when it started and I didn't mind a bit. It was so hot outside that it might have been refreshing had the rain not also been equally as hot. It reminded me of hiking in Waimea Valley. As I sat on the brick wall near our office I closed my eyes and pretended I was in Hawaii. When the five minutes of rain dissipated, so had the last few minutes of my break.
A few hours had past. Lenny made his way to my desk to discus my progress on his latest project that he gave me when a client came in to say hello to him. They were chatting about this that and the other. She was talking to him about how strange it was that it had rained. "You know the weather man says 20% chance but how often does it actually happen?" she said.
Then Lenny said the dumbest thing I have ever heard anyone say in my life.
He said...
"Well that really doesn't mean anything. When they say 20% that just means it's going to rain on 20% of the city."
Oh.....My.....God. I would write more but I am actually speechless.
Just another story that makes him my crazy boss Lenny.
7 comments:
Awesome.
And that 99% effectiveness of birth control? It's only effective for 99% of your body.
Hahaha! Good thing you let me know.
Sweet jeebus, what an ass hat. You don't EEEEVEN want to know the mental picture I have of this idiot...
(Imagine what a 15% off sale means to this man..."Ummm, I wonder what part of the shirt they'll take the 15% from..."
Ana-
I know right? Uhhhggg. Then last week he tried to tell me September had 31 days. *shaking head*
I have a sneaking suspicion that I would love to have a boss like Lenny, actually. All the blog-fodder you are getting from him!
I had a boss called Mario last year - a little creep if ever there was one. Told tall stories about wrestling King Cobras with his bare hands, how women used to throw themselves at him when he played in his band...Rick (my co-worker) and I used to wind him up like crazy. It was only when he made advances to me and I rejected them that things went south - and I got the sack! That's when I stopped winding him up and stuck laxatives in his tea!
That makes me think of sex panther cologne from Anchor Man: 70% of the time, it works 100% of the time.
Annie--
Yes, he does make for very good blogging fodder. :)
Mel--
" I'll be honest with you, that smell's like pure gasoline"
That is so funny. I totally think of that now when I see him.
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