I got an email at the office today as follows:
Subject: Oh goddess of the spreadsheet
Will you help a lame mortal with Excel?
Now how, exactly, do you turn down a request for help from anyone (much less a beloved co-worker) who refers to you as a goddess (of anything) AND thinks you have it going on well enough to solve a problem??
I did, by the way, have the answer.
I SERIOUSLY need a dose of coolness in my life. Now where did I put that damn pocket protector?