The local Probation and Parole office moved to a new location. Was moving the copiers around when one of the agents was trying to "sort out his office." There was a plant that he said wasn't his. He is yelling out "That's not my plant". The secretary insisted it was. Finally after a lengthy "yelled out conversation", he decided that it was his plant but that she had repotted it during the move. So now he is yelling out around the office "That's not my pot". I could not resist pointing out to him the irony in that was a line he heard more than he delivered.
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