Did you find it at the Wal-Mart?

Just in case you didn't have enough proof that the people we work with are all morons, listen to this story.

When the Zebra came back from lunch today he rushed right up to Spoof, a box in his hands. This was a box Spoof had put on the desk maybe ten minutes prior.

"Where did this come from," Zebra demanded.

"It was on the cart," said Spoof.

It is at this point we need to clarify something. Mail, supplies, all that stuff gets moved around Tartarus on a cart. 

Kind of like this one.

Take note, we said a cart. Just one. Singular. Only one cart for the whole building. That's important.

Zebra was quiet for a minute, then came back with this little gem of brilliance: "What cart?"

Friends, we stared at each other briefly before Spoof had the presence of mind to respond. "That cart," said Spoof, pointing at the cart. "You know, the cart."

"Huh?" said Zebra. 

These were pretty much our expressions during the exchange.

 What else could we do in the face of such stupidity? We walked away.