Today at work, some of the women in the office are discussing Halloween and their kids costumes.  Among them is the leader of the Twi-tards at work.  She has made it clear she is spoiling for some payback and I should keep my guard up.

Me?  I'm not worried.

Today, she makes her attempt.  As I'm passing by, she asks, "Hey, Peter.  Where would I get a pocket protector for my kid?"

I don't have the slightest clue.

Lunging strike.  "Well, I figured you would know.  She's dressing up like a nerd for Halloween."

Reversal.  Shouldn't she be wearing a costume then instead of her regular clothes?

She told me to go soak my head (okay, I'm paraphrasing).  PWND!!!1!