Donut Achievement

[posted by Chris Hynes] Our beloved Donut Sage is out today (teaching kids for Junior Achievement…what a guy!) but, fortunately, the sumptuous Friday treats are still here at the regular place.

Have a great weekend!
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Dear Members and Constituents,
I've found myself doing a double-take over the cadence of certain word combinations coming-up at random on news media this week. You already knew I was easily amused, however, you might be surprised at the extent of my affliction. So, without further pomp or fanfare, here are some of the phrases which took me on a tangent:

Yemeni Ticket. Flying first class to Yemen? [when you wish upon a star, terrorists won't go too far...]
Death Row Lull. Colorado is looking to abolish the death sentence [making Aqualung the de-facto highest punishment in the land]
Swine Flu. In a policy reversal the administration asked schools to remain open when the disease is detected [we'll have a global pandemic when pigs fly... well, swine flew yet no pandemic arrived]

Of course, feel free to ask me about any of these if you don't get them. Once you utter them with the right rhythm they will be hard to shake. One thing you won't want to shake is the delicious taste of the sweet donuts Chris Hynes (donut boy) has delivered. I'm not at my desk today but the donuts are, so indulge, no one is watching.

Before I leave you to your donut enjoyment, a closing thought courtesy of Harvard Business Publishing. "According to a CSA Institute survey, 45% of French adults believe that sequestering a boss is 'acceptable' during protests over layoffs or other company action." [no comment. What can you say to something like that?]

Happy Friday!

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