almost there...

i swear to saint norton that the next person who comes into my cube, dawdles awaiting my attention, employs some method of distraction to get me to turn around and acknowledge them, and then finally, once my headphones are off, suggests that I install a device that would allow me to effortlessly notice their presence without all the waiting, stamping, and arm waving, will be met with the following reply:

"why, so that i can throw you a ticker tape parade for visiting me?"

(blog readers are excluded from this offer)