So, I pick up my mail from my mail drawer at work this morning. And a co-worker has very kindly dropped off my Sun Run stuff (we’ve got enough people for a team this year–go us!). I look at the envelope which contains the timing chip. This is what it actually says on the envelope:
Sex-F Div-some random numbers
Chip Code-more random numbers
What I read was:
Sex Drive Chip
Most of the time I begrudge the scanner that our culture of information overload has turned me into, but today I realized the comedic possibilities are endless.
See another good example of this ‘at first glance’ phenomenon from my brother.
Now, tell me some of yours. C’mon we’ve all done it.
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