A highly placed manager at work shows up next to me in the men’s room.
“You going to the company picnic?” he shouts. He’s a boisterous guy.
“Yes!” I reply. “Looking forward to taking a few throws at you in the dunk tank.”
“Dunk tank?!” he says. “There’s not going to be any dunk tank.”
“Oh . . . in that case I’m not going.”