The problem with having twin brothers work togehter in close quarters is that occasionally they'll butt heads and disagree on how to accomplish something. These aren't your garden-variety fraternal-but-wanna-be-identical twins who finish each others' sentences. These are the kind specially ordered from a catalogue and specially bred for competition and contrariness.
I seriously thought for a few seconds that they were going to have a bar brawl out in the bullpen today. Twin #2 has a huge goiter danging on the back of his throat [a.k.a. tonsils] and is unable to make certain phone calls. Twin #1 is heading up a particular project which required Twin #2 to make certain phone calls.
Hilarity ensued.
They went back into the conference room and had a scream-fest for about ten minutes, and then came back, sat at their desks, and acted as if nothing had happened.
Huh. I keep waiting for them to come to work dressed up like those Mad Magazine Spy vs. Spy characters just so they can fuck with my head.
Posted by Tiffany at March 31, 2005 06:56 PM