Something to Stand For
I’m in my home office merrily working away at my standing desk in its elevated standing position when the doorbell goes. It’s the parents.
They come in. We head to the office.
Mum: What happened?
Me: What do you mean?
Mum: With that. She gestures to the desk.
Me: That’s my standing desk.
Mum: She bobs her head to look under it. What’s it standing on?
Dad: Bark of laughter.
Me: It’s for me to stand.
Mum: Oh, I knew that.
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