Polluting the minds of the innocent

[rolanni]

I came in to the office early today. No, I don't have that much work to do, but! Today is New Students and Their Parents Sweet Day of Parting, and every single parking lot on campus, with the exception of the lot I usually park in, is reserved for guests. Since the single lot open to employees no way holds the vehicles of all the employees -- even all those employees who are bothering to come to work yet -- the better part of valor suggested a take-away breakfast from Tim Horton's and an early arrival. This turned out to be a good call. While the other parking lots have nice "reserved" signs on them, the employee parking lot has no "reserved for staff" sign on it and was filling up nicely with the vehicles of guests by the time I pulled in, at 7:20.

But! I was going to tell you about my work among the savage.

I got out of the car at Tim's and was walking toward the door, when a voice called out, "Binjali!"

I turned, and a guy who was getting into his car, coffee cup in hand, jerked his head toward my car. "Binjali," he said, "what's that mean?"

"It means finestkind," I told him.

"Oh," he said. "Thanks."