I shuffle out of my office, in search of a Diet Coke. I’m still sore from moving, so I literally shuffle.
Sanya (whose team is across the hall from my office) is crouched, tiger-like, on the floor. She looks up fiercely. “I’M A FAIRY IN A JAR!”, she proclaims.
Deadpan, I respond, “I’m an old man shuffling forward.”
Fear your elders.