“It was Bring Family To Work Day. So I met a bunch of new people.”

“How did it go?”

“Well, the first person I met was crying all the time.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, we tried to cheer him up. We tried giving him food and drinks, doing a puppet show. Nothing worked.”

“A puppet show, eh?”

“Yeah. Then the second person I met regurgitated all over me.”

“Wow. Do you know what was wrong with this individual?”

“No. That’s just something that new people are liable to do.”

“Er… I’m not sure what this has to do with being a new person, but okay…”

“Then, the third new person I met was a complete stinker.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her diaper was full.”

“How did you know she was wearing a diaper? She could just have shat herself.”

“That full diaper was visible for everyone to see.”

“What?! What full-grown adult would go around the office with their diaper visible for all to see.”

“Who said it was a full-grown adult? I was talking about *new* people. People that are new to this world.”

“…”

“In other words, babies.”

“That does not make sense. New people means people *you* did not know beforehand.”

“Oh? Let’s see. If I say ‘I saw a bunch of old people at the grocery store.’ what do you understand?”

“I understand that there were people of advanced age at the grocery store.”

“Right. You do *not* understand that there were people I already knew there.”

“So?”

“Consequently, when I talk about *new* people, I’m talking about people who were born recently. Babies. Ergo ipso facto.”

“Semper ubi sub ubi!”

“What?”

“Oh, I thought we had switched to Latin.”

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