Two years ago, my hair was in one its longer and messier phases. Some friends at work thought so as well.
At the time, they all worked at one bank of desks and I sat at another bank of desks, with my back to them, on the other side of the room. One afternoon, my email pings and I get Outlook’s little popup new message notification and then another one and then another one and then another one and then another one. They’d all typed the same email and hit ‘Send’ at the same time. I thought it was funny.
