At work, co-workers will go to parties. Or 'events'. Or dinners. Or presentations. It's a necessary evil. It's a perc. It's boring. It's whoring. It's also an excuse to dress up in pretty clothes and drink martinis hand over fist – but unfortunately I don't get invited to these things very often.
Anyway, a co-worker did go to one of these soirees. He came back, little the worse for wear, with a gift bag. (the quality of a party is always measured by the depth of its swag) He pretty much invited people to his desk, so they could take what they wanted. But he put THIS packet of writing paper on my desk:
What was he trying to say?