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I woke up this morning, turned on the tv. Cartoon Network was on and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was the show of the moment. Nostalgia.

I just got off working overtime and having lunch with my coworker, Cupcake. No, that's not his real name. But that's what I call him to his face ever since...

{Wayne's World Flashback Shimmy}
Cupcake (who is an older, cranky guy with a heart of gold): I made some cupcakes, care to try one?
Me: Sure, Cupcake.
Cupcake(bashful smile): I like it when you call me Cupcake!

And so history was made.

Anyway, Cupcake and I worked overtime, upgrading 50 workstations with 1gb of RAM.

Over the course of upgrading pcs, we use the language loosely. For example, we will say, "Did you do Smith?" means, "Did you upgrade Smith's workstation?", as opposed to the ol' spank 'n tickle. So we would proceed to upgrade PCs. One of my functions was to check folks off the list when their machine was upgraded. So I would verbally check with Lance, "You're doing Jones, right?" and I would get the appropriate affirmative.

And then the time comes when we upgrade a machine used by an employee with the last name of "Mee". But of course I don't think about the peril; I'm all business. He was about to upgrade his workstation so as I update my checklist...

Me: So you're going to do Mee.
Cupcake: No, I'm doing this guy right here.
Me: (pause) Crap. I walked right into that. But I should add that I've always known you were gay.

I guess that was payback for the time when Cupcake was giving me a ride to the Toyota repair shop, and my coworkers were suggesting that he and I were going off for a tryst. At this point, I added, "Yes, we're going to the Hummer dealership."

And now I am home, and the cats are being really cute. I could go for a nap.