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I think I have finally emerged victorious against smarmy-joke-telling dude. He came in just now and did, as always, come straight to my station to check out, but merely wished me a good evening before walking over to my coworker and telling his terrible joke* to her. (I don't wish him on her in the slightest, but she doesn't have the same history with him that I do and thus has only had to put up with the jokes.)

Triumph, Galatea!





*What is a tree's favorite drink? Root beer.

I'd still dislike him if they were better jokes, but it would be easier to deal with.