A Handbag!!??

I remember a boss I once had whose idea of a team meeting was to lecture us for a solid two hours with no opportunities for replies or comments.  As I was leaving one of these sessions one of the team spoke to me.

“You know what his problem is, Robin?  He has a mind like a woman’s handbag.”

“A handbag?” I asked, like Lady Bracknell.

“Yes, a handbag.  It’s always with him.  It’s full of a load of old crud: lots of dust and scraps of paper, a few bits of colourful fluff.  It contains a few pieces really valuable jewellery and some useful items like keys.  But 95 percent of it is cosmetics.”

That cheered me up.  For a 1.729 seconds at least.