Oh, the irony

Baseball Cap Guy used to make fun of me and The Doktah for Instant Messaging each other. This is fair, because our desks were next to each other. Granted, in order to speak, we had to actually turn our chairs slightly so that we could look at each other, which was clearly too much effort. Also, we could IM things that we couldn’t say out loud. Sometimes I would try to send her a message, but she wouldn’t be logged on, so I would say, “Why aren’t you on IM? Log on! I need to IM you!”

Now that we live 300 miles apart we never IM each other at all.