Brad Green called me into his office today. When I walked in he was wearing nothing but a raincoat. "Ms. Rinsler," he asked, "What do you think of this paperwork?" he asked, pointing at some papers on his desk. I looked at them. "Very nice, Mr. Green. I like the color crayon you used."

"I see. What do you think of this paperwork then?" he pointed to a stickynote on his desk reading "Lunch. Noon. Myself."

"Brief yet to the point. Is there something you need Mr. Green?"

"Ms. Rinsler, would you mind telling what you think of this?" and he opened his raincoat.

Thirty seconds later Brad Green was running from his office crying himself senseless and I was rolling over on the floor laughing so hysterically I was in tears myself. By the time Alexandra had walked in to see what was going on, I was still laughing so hard that the only words I could muster myself to say were "tiny littl-pfff MWHAHAHAHA!"

"My God!" Alexandra puffed "What happened?"

I managed to pull myself together and stand up. "Brad Green flashed me."

"AGAIN?" yelled Alexandra, "That's the fourth time he's done that this month! I'm worried we might get a lawsuit on our hands!"

"Don't worry, I won't sue Ms. Spaulding." I said, stifling back a laugh.

"Not you, Brad Green! He's been claiming that all the women laughing at him has begun to evoke emotional trauma!"