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Musketeers...

Today, three of us in the office "got the memo," as it were. We all wore red shirts. Two in t-shirts and one in a polo.

We were all in a meeting with a fourth guy who wanted to belong so badly (not really, but this is my blog so what I say goes) that he pointed out the very narrow stripes on his button-up shirt that happened to be the same shade of red as the rest of our shirts.

"Look!" he said. "I'm cool, too!" (I paraphrase)

I pointed to our boss and said "Athos." I pointed to myself, "Porthos." I pointed to the third red-shirted guy, "Aramis."

Then I pointed to striped-shirt guy, "d'Artagnan." As derisively as you might expect me to say it.

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The three of us laughed. He did not.

It was all in good fun. It had better be. For all we know, he could've been mentally plotting out a Star Trek storyline for us all and we'd be screwed.

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