Almost forgot there was a new one this week and was pleased to see that The Office keeps delivering some quality episodes. In one of the best cold opens yet, Michael decides to learn Spanish and enlists Oscar to help him along with the gender basics. I won’t say how he keeps track of them, but his unique…uh…”method” (oh what the hell, here’s a hint: It involves post-it-notes and boobs) got me to wake up most of my neighbors with laughter—especially when Michael slaps one on Angela’s forehead.
Jim and Pam are excited for their first two-man tag-team sales pitch, which has somehow sent Pam into an excited but refreshingly off John Wayne impersonation (“refreshingly off” because everyone does John Wayne impersonations, and they’re all the same. Plus she doesn’t say “pilgrim.” Cringe).
Their client is Donna, the sly barkeep whom Michael hit it off with in “Happy Hour.” She needs some printers (anyone else forget that’s what Dunder-Mifflin’s pushing these days—oh, excuse me, Sabre) and possibly something else—either a discount or, dare I write, some more time with Michael. Both are suggested by her low-cut blouse sporting an ample two scoops of cleavage.
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