Sometimes, through no fault or intention, i have accidentally read people’s thoughts.  Because of many unexplained *coincidences* i have friends that call me a “witch.”  You can imagine my delight when i happened upon this shirt on Etsy several weeks back – of course, i had to have it!  

Last Monday during our morning meeting I asked the boss if we could discuss a part number. He looked at me wide eyed and asked “are you a witch?”  Well, i’ve been told so but “uhh, not to my knowledge?”  Apparently he was just about to bring that part number to the table but i got the words out first.  Ooops. 

Today i thought it’d be fun to wear my new “1692” shirt to the office.  It got complicated.  I walked into the conference room to see my boss already in his high backed perch so i quickly grabbed the waist of my shirt and stretched it forward to make sure he could read the whole thing.  He replied, “I don’t get it?”

Crap.

The man is a complete encyclopedia set of historical events, knowledge of things you’ve never even heard of so i was shocked – and admittedly disappointed – that he had never heard of the Salem Witch Trials.  I started to explain but he cut me off and told me “No, that’s Europe.”  I said “yes, and Massachusetts.”  

From there we sailed to Ireland with a brief exchange on Pagans and the tyranny of the English.  We then docked in Israel as an example of how religion has led to wars since the dawn of time.  I’m not sure if we moved to Saudi Arabia by plane or train but i’m now tasked with searching the internet on the rise of Golf, Soccer and AI.

If only i’d turned him into a frog when i’d had the chance.