Raised voices grabbed the attention of all within hearing range.
“No, this isn’t rayon,” Ned said, sighing out his mouth like a balloon letting out all the air. “It’s nylon, you nincompoop.”
“Don’t call me a nincompoop,” Will said, bringing his eyebrows together and his mouth into two straight lines, “you pompous ass.”
“Break it up over there,” Jon said, walking over from his office to see what all the fuss was about. “We’re trying to meet a deadline here, guys.”
Ned jumped in first. “He started it.”
Will felt the need to rebut his Excellency’s argument. “No, he started it. I just made a remark about the material in that dress he’s wearing today.”
“Polyester, of course,” Jon said. “And we’ll be hearing nothing about it.”
“Nope, Jon,” Ned said, rolling his eyes. “I’m afraid you’re wrong. It’s nylon.”
“Rayon!”
“Polyester!”
“Look at the tag in the bag, douche bags. It’s nylon. And can’t you feel the difference between them? You’d think we knew nothing about fabrics. After all, we only work at a fashion magazine.”
Ned lifted his nose up and walked back to his desk. It always felt so good to be right.
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