Tarzan Boy: Just One of the Reasons Why My Boss is Wicked Awesome

On Tuesday afternoon as my boss was leaving, he asked every single person in the office the following:

"Hey, do you know that song that goes, 'Whoa whoa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaaa....
...Whoa whoa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaaa...' you know that one?"

Um, yeah?

"Who sings it?"

Um, I don't know.

"Ugh. Ok."

To the next person:

"Hey, do you know that song that goes, 'Whoa whoa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaaa....
...Whoa whoa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaaa...' you know that one?"

Um, yeah?

"Who sings it?"

Um, I don't know.

"Ugh. Ok."

To the next person:

"Hey, do you know that song that goes, 'Whoa whoa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaaa.......Whoa whoa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaa whoaaa...' you know that one?"

Um, yeah?

"Who sings it?"

I don't know.

"Ugh. Ok."

Lather, rinse, repeat. . .