Why I Love My Co-Workers

Had the following conversation with a co-worker this morning (at the beginning of a real, work-related discussion):

Co-worker (arriving at my cube): Boo!

gnomi: Eek! A mouse!

{co-worker looks confused}

{gnomi points at her trackball}

Co-worker: A mouse?

{gnomi sighs, opens her desk drawer, shuffles stuff around, pulls out non-functioning mouse still stashed in drawer}

Co-worker: Are we being pedantic? I was going to accept the trackball as "mouse".

{gnomi points to her cube wall where, among other buttons, are "SNOOT: Syntax Nudniks of Our Time" and "Prescriptivist Hardass"}

Co-worker: Ah, so we're being pedantic.

{conversation ensues; pedantry not discussed}