Advanced Design:
Beyond the comprehension of the ad agency's copywriters.
All New:
Parts not interchangeable with existing models.
Approved:
Needs revising
Automatic:
That which you cannot repair yourself.
Clarify:
To fill in the background with so many details that the foreground goes underground.
Conference:
A place where conversation is substituted for the loneliness of thought and the dreariness of labor.
Confidential Memo:
No time to send to the whole office.
Consultant:
Someone who borrows your watch to tell you what time it is and then walks away with the watch.
Forwarded For Your Consideration:
You hold the bag for a while.
FYI:
Found yesterday. Interested?
In Conference:
Nobody can find him/her.
Let's Get Together On This:
I'm assuming you're as confused as I.
Note & Initial:
I'm not taking the fall for this myself.
Policy:
We can hide behind this.
Please See Me:
Come down to my office. I'm lonely.
Top Priority:
It may be stupid but the boss wants it.
We Are Taking A Survey:
We need more time to think of an answer or we can't find anyone willing to be responsible for this.
Will Advise In Due Course:
If we figure it out, we'll let you know.
I would give up chocolate, but I'm not a quitter!
Since hockey has been cancelled, no one has seen the Zamboni driver.
But I'm sure he will resurface eventually.
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"When he called his society together, Jesus gave its members a new way of life to live.
He gave them a new way to deal with offenders - by forgiving them;
He gave them a new way to deal with violence - by suffering;
He gave them a new way to deal with money - by sharing it;
He gave them a new way to deal with problems of leadership - by drawing upon the gift of every member, even the most humble;
He gave them a new way to deal with a corrupt society - by building a new order, not smashing the old;
He gave them a new pattern of relationship between man and woman, between parent and child, between master and slave, in which was made concrete a radical new vision of what it means to be a human person."
- Stanley Hauerwas
I recall a time when my son was about 18 months old. I had him strapped into a backpack and was rushing to catch the bus. Apparently I missed my step and fell down an entire flight of stairs (13 to be exact). I was bruised and bleeding and had torn my jeans ... but my main concern was, naturally, for my child.
My fears were alleviated, though, when from behind me I heard a gleeful giggle followed by, "Again!"