goo goo gaa gaa!

I put a notice up on the wall for the inept salespeople at Grey, Inc., and signed it 'your happy data entry person'.

The one who told me I'm underachieving the other day comes out and asks, 'is it true?'

I ask is what true.

'that you're the happy data entry person?'

yes, it's true, I respond.

now, he leaned down to my desk and asked in a baby talk tone of voice,
'then, where's your smile?'

And that's when I shot him, your honor. He breathed his smokey, cheap cologney, old man breath right in my face while he patronized me, can you blame me?

We, the Jury declare ReceptionistOfTheDay Not Guilty, your honor.