Didja ever work with someone who begins every blame thing he says, no matter how off-topic, with, "The point being...."
I came to believe it was bright green, lived under his desk (at least in his mind) and would occasionally run out and begin waving its pointy little arms at him, frantic that he chime in.
Um -- "Oooga-booga." Oh, yes.
I'm gonna have to get some felt and fabric glue and big, googly stick-on "eyes."
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