When Pat, Doofus and I carpool, which is most every day of the work week, we have a routine where we pass by each other’s desks before going home to let the others know we’re either going to the car or heading to the front entrance to wait. This particular day had been Doofus’ day to drive. Doofus came by my desk and said, “I’m heading to the car.”
“Okay,” I said and proceeded to pack up my belongings. I walked by Pat’s desk to make sure Pat was aware Doofus and I were heading to the car to go home.
“Give me a minute, I’ll be right with you,” said Pat.
As I walked out the front door I stopped in befuddlement as I watched Doofus drive out of the company parking lot, onto the road and up to the stop sign to turn in the direction of home. I couldn’t figure out what was going on or where Doofus might be going without us. As I’m frozen with confusion, unable to wave or yell, Doofus suddenly puts the car in reverse and backs the car up the road and back into the parking lot.
“I was in such a hurry I forgot you guys rode with me today.”
What?! Forgot?! It had been less than 5 minutes earlier that Doofus had walked by my desk to tell me, “I’m heading to the car.”
I consider this the day that co-worker (name omitted to protect the dumb) became Doofus.