“He’s 6’7″, 6’8″, 280 pounds, a monster of a guy.  He makes himself very visible, loves the camera.  The best way to put it, he’s a 40-year old frat boy who was somehow able to get a position at a major company.” — Josh, describing a former co-worker.  I thought it sounded suspiciously like someone I know.

“There’s a great bakery in Lindstrom.  It has a funny name, I can’t think of it.”
“Lindstrom Bakery.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s it.” — two co-workers talking about donuts.