The receptionist at my work has a wonderful way with words. English is not his first language, and while he speaks it pretty well, his written memos...well... have a certain lyrical quality. Usually they deal with mundane matters, like the office mail, cleaning up the kitchen, etc. So, enter (drumroll) the Zen receptionist. His message for today was:
Dear all,
Please if you have eaten: rice, pizza you name it, please clean up your dish before putting it in the dishwasher.
This morning I found dirty dish everywhere.
Thank you for you cooperation.
The dishwasher and his hands.
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