That's a great plan, Walter. That's fuckin' ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It's a Swiss fuckin' watch.

I got dragged into going to an Office Baby Shower for a woman I've never met. I'm not sure if this is standard Baby Shower Protocol (this being my first Baby Shower), but this poor, timid woman had to sit at the head of the table and open each gift, determine what is was, decipher who gave it to her, and then deem it "cute." She spoke barely above a whisper, and seem to have difficulty reading all of the gift cards. If she hesitated in declaring the "cuteness" of an item, the other women would start to go "awwww" to keep her in line.

I got the distinct impression that she didn't like or didn't understand any of the gifts given to her. Another woman sat nearby, frantically scribbling a log of each gift and giver, for reasons unknown.

It was a bizarre peek into a strange ritual that I couldn't possibly hope to understand.

But there was cake at the end.