Boss lady walks into the office….
Me: “Welcome back from your walk. What’s up? No crises out there?”
Boss lady (eyes huge): “I did find a crisis. The gate to the dumpster at the Wall Street building won’t open.”
Me: “I’m not sure that fits the definition of crisis. Not good, but crisis seems a bit overdone.”
Boss lady: “It IS a crisis. People won’t be able to throw their trash away. I’m calling maintenance before trash starts building up at the door.”
Boss lady on maintenance radio: “Hi, Carl? The trash gate door won’t open at Wall Street. I pushed with both hands and couldn’t get it to budge at all. Can you go up there right away and fix it?”
Carl on radio: “Yep, can do, but I can tell you right now that it won’t open no matter how many hands you use to push it since it is a pull door.”
Boss lady on radio: “….. Oh…. um…. it may be all set then. Thanks.”