I was in the breakroom at work one day, where someone had left a Starsky & Hutch mug. This would not normally freak me out, nor should it, really, when you think about it. But earlier that week, I had printed a draft document on the common printer, which pulls paper from the "recycle tray"--you know, prints on the back of other people's discarded drafts. As I was editing my document, I discovered it was printed on the back of Starsky and Hutch fan fiction, of the slash kind.

That was weird. Or, at least, had me looking at my co-workers a little oddly for a while.

I discovered it was printed on the back of Starsky and Hutch fan fiction, of the slash kind.

D:

That pretty much trumps anything I've ever seen @ work.

Of all the Pink Floyd songs to be mulling over at break, that's a weird one. Sometimes you need to know the backstory.

In college I used to deliberately keep magazines and odd stuff in my backpack rather than pitching it, just so I could leave it somewhere. Occasionally someone would be sitting at the bus stop and find an 8 year old issue of Creem Magazine or pair of rubber gloves and a toothbrush. A few times when I bought a paper from a newspaper box I would throw a magazine inside each newspaper left. I wondered what someone would think when there was a six month old TV guide or an old issue of Film Comment or Cracked next to their home section. My room mate found a complete Sunday paper at work from four years earlier and threw that in the same box, figuring someone would be very confused as they read the news until they looked at the date.

Sorry to side track the conversation, "when the Tigers broke Free" huh? Weird.

ON PREVIEW: crush - that is extremely weird. Maybe they were hoping to find another Starsky and Hutch fetishist at work.