Deb Hart Invading Pants Airspace
It happened again yesterday. There I am, minding my own business and BAM! Deb Hart is in my work space. How am I supposed to get any work done? In reality, I was talking to Theresa Moore, the receptionist in the building about Tim Staudt's ugly sweater from Saturday.
But enough about dry humored sports guys. Back to Deb. When I saw her in my area, I knew I had to act and send a message that this CAN'T happen again. So, I took up the light saber and screamed "GET OUT OF MY AREA!"