I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. It must be the full moon. First I get an email from a guy telling me "you all have some doosies" in reference to some photos he wants to use.
Then my co-worker gets a very formal letter from the National Parks Service informing her that her letter was undeliverable because the location she sent it to was "a public restroom facility"! Also known as a "comfort station".
THEN, I call this guy who had faxed us a purchase order for something we didn't order and he goes "Dadgumit, I sent it to the wrong company!" Ya think?!?
So so far we've had "doosies", "dadgumit" and a letter to a bathroom.
I love my job.