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When I arrived at the office this morning there was somebody skirling in the front lobby of the building.

"That's not unusual, Plonq," you may say.  "I've come to work many times to find kilted Scotsmen playing the pipes in the lobby of my office building."

True.  What's unusual is that it's 6:40 in the morning.  This guy was doing the whole "Piper At The Gates of Dawn" thing.

I hope he was just warming up, though, or it could be a long day for the security guards.

... and then tomorrow I will walk on water.

I had a meeting with the boss today to discuss a report that I am developing.  Apparently the clients who will be using the report are moderately pleased, but have some questions about it, and want a few changes to it.

My first question to him was was: Why didn't they talk to me?  Did I scare them that much in the last conference call?

My second question to him was: Are they on drugs?  This is a report.  What they're asking for here is an application. This change, ok.  This one too.  This one no, no, and no to that one too.

Anyway, they sent him a written recap, which he kindly forwarded back to me with the request that I handle their queries.  Oh, and dumb it down without being patronizing.  Zounds - maybe I did scare them in the last conference call.

I'm not sure how I could be patronizing in my response.  Maybe something like, "Wow!  Those are some, er, inventive ideas.  You each get a gold star for thinking so far outside the box!"  Ya, I guess that would be patronizing.  A bit.