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Okay so, in order to tell you that story, I have to tell you this story:

I work at a law firm (in marketing, MARKETING I TELL YOU, I make no claims of having any legal prowess whatsoever), and I have developed this friendship with one of the name partners, who I am going to call McPartner for the sake of not, uh, revealing identities. Basically, we bonded over a mutual love of David Foster Wallace and now he gives me reading assignments and sometimes we talk at great length about the idiocy of people and/or films I need to see, and he's deeply amused by the way I never take his shit. IT IS NOT IN ANY WAY SEXUAL, I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT RIGHT NOW--he's married and a very upstanding guy and also like 40+ years older than me, it is not that kind of thing. TBH, I think he's decided I'm the Liz Lemon to his Jack Donaghy [ETA: Lmfao,

angelgazing has pointed out that it is in fact possible to ship Liz/Jack, so y'all are just going to have to take my word for it, okay? WOULD NOT TOUCH THAT WITH A TEN FOOT POLE, FOR SERIOUS]. IN ANY CASE, he came by my desk on Friday and we had the following conversation:

McPartner: Did you get that book I told you to get yet?
Me: What book? I finished Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself, I told you that.
McPartner: No no no, I mean [name of book redacted because AUGH I FORGOT THE POST-IT AT WORK AGAIN].
Me: ...You never told me to get that book.
McPartner: Yes I did!
Me: Nooo you didn't. I do actually take your reading assignments seriously, even if they do distract from things like, you know, working for you.
McPartner: You know, there are people who are terrified of me.
Me: Shame I'm not one of them, isn't it? Do you remember when you told me about the book?
McPartner: Of course I do, it was...uh...
Me: ...
McPartner: ...okay, maybe I dreamed that.

There was loling, and then I wrote down the name of the book and went about my day. And then TODAY--and keep in mind that I have had extensive conversations about Inception with this guy, because, you know, it was awesome--this happened:

McPartner: Did you finish the book yet?
Me: OH MY GOD IT'S ONLY BEEN TWO DAYS
McPartner: Well, to be fair, in my brain it's been a lot longer.
Me: It's not my fault you can't manage to have these conversations with me in the waking world.
McPartner: Well, I was three levels under.
Me: LOL. The inception didn't take, try harder.
McPartner: Actually, hilariously enough, a friend of mine just went to see that movie, and he'd had a hard day and fell asleep for the first 30 minutes. He called me after and was like "PLEASE EXPLAIN." Can you imagine?
Me: Oh my god, it would be incomprehensible.
McPartner: Why's that guy bleeding in a corner? Is--what's the silver box? Did those stairs just...oh my god, why is the hotel rotating???
Me: DON'T THINK ABOUT ELEPHANTS.

Inception: the more you know.

(ALSO: THE COFFEESHOP AU IS ACTUALLY FOR REAL THIS TIME GOING UP TONIGHT. I'M AT THE PENULTIMATE SCENE AND IT'S ONLY 7PM. IT. IS. HAPPENING.)

(ETA: OH ALSO LOLOLOL I INSTALLED A JGL MOOD THEME LAST NIGHT AND THEN FORGOT TO USE IT. WHOOPS. I HAVE NOW FIXED THAT.)