So today the department was going out to dinner to celebrate the department head's 30 years with the company. A card was being circulated, and I was the second person to get it. I looked at the blank expanse, trying to think of something to write. Something appropriate to the occasion, yet with a personal touch. It's not like this woman and I were chummy, and as my supervisor had admonished me, it is a very conservative company. Oh, the dilemma.
Then inspiration hit like a bolt from the blue. I sensed what The Bard must have felt as he penned his sonnets and soliloquies, what William Carlos Williams experienced upon contemplating that red wheel barrow, that icebox of delicious, cold plums.
I took my pen, and began my inscription in large letters: