Jack-o-lantern

Conversation with my father:

Me: When we go out on Saturday, can we stop and get some pumpkins for my halloween party?

Dad: Sure. I bet if we drive around residential areas, we can find some that are already carved.

Stick

A coworker was loitering in my office on the far side of the partition in front of my desk. A woman walked in and asked if we were meeting. He told her we were not. She babbled a request and then bustled off.

Coworker, in an aside after she left: Isn't it obvious we're not meeting? I mean, there's a partition between us. What—are we supposed to just hand a talking stick back and forth? Oh God—I can't imagine giving you a talking stick. Who knows what you'd do with it.