Imagine you’re my coworker, corresponding with me on our newly downloaded instant message application. We’re firing messages back and forth while I copy edit the newsletter.
After a few moments of radio silence, the following pops up from me in your instant message window:
We bury our dog poop
in a little doggie composter.
I can’t stop giggling about it. See, obviously that message was intended for the other coworker, who had just sent me this little link about carrying one’s garbage with oneself for 2 weeks.
Kari Neumeyer 