the opinionated old guy: that idea will never work! unless you know some kind of "magic" that sends data through the air. dilbert: i call it wi-fi. opinionated old guy: pffft! no one wants that.
dilbert: i have a feeling you are doing something wrong, but i don't know what. do you mind if i watch over your shoulder and look for mistakes as you make them?
coworker: you don't have friends, do you?
dilbert: i like to travel light.
boss on phone.
boss: asok, you need to stop microwaving fish. i can't work with that smell in the air.
asok on phone: i'm working from home. maybe you should check the cubicles for a rotting corpse.
boss walking and thinking: maybe i'll let the janitor do that.