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on my way to visit someone about something ultimately unimportant, i bounced a small colorful super ball purchased from a gum ball type machine. when i arrived at her cubical, she saw the ball in my hand and asked what it was.
"a superball!" i continued, "for 25 cents, the cost to fun ratio is..."
before i could finish she barked "zero?!"
what a joyless person. how does one become so joyless?