Entertaining myself...

[out_there]

Casey was too busy to track down Dan, so he decided to leave a note instead.

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Dear Danny,

The basketball scores are on the table. You'll need to cut 45 seconds out of the twenties.

I need to go do the voiceover for the highlights.

Yours,
Casey

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Dear Casey,

Thank you for the formal notification!

Since you're nowhere to be found...

I cut thirty seconds out of the twenties, and Natalie says you have to cut another forty from the thirties.

Oh, you haven't seen my wallet anywhere, have you? I was sure I left it in my coat, but it's gone now.

Dan

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Danny,

Your wallet was on the couch, last time I saw it.

There's no way I can cut forty out. Tell Natalie she's got to be dreaming.

Casey

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Anybody around and want to play? (Just leave a reply in the comments...)

Comments

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Danny,

Care to be a little more careful about what you leave written around our office? You are so lucky that Dana didn't read that before I did. So incredibly lucky.

And just for the old stiff remark, I'm letting Kim know that you were the one who was bitching about the amount of coverage paid to the women's skiing.

And, think about it Danny. Seven people, twenty bucks each, picking a time for you to ask Kim for your wallet. Easy calculation, even for you.

Casey

PS - Jeremy said you finished the highlights. I think Dana needs to see you about those.

[khohen1.livejournal.com]

Casey,

Remember, you're the one who cares about that, not me. So, in actuality, you're the one who's lucky, not me.

And that explains why Kim decided to implant her three inch pink stilleto heels into my shin as I was coming back in here.

And about the math? Shut up.

Dan

[out-there.livejournal.com]

We'll assum that Danny and Casey worked this out in person. Sweet dreams, Kel.