Episode 119 • Competing
Be up against someone
Rub something in someone's face
May the best man win
In your face!
Coworker: Craig, so… are you ready for the typing competition? Have you been training?
Craig: Ugh, do I have to do it? What’s the worst thing that could happen if I don’t do it?
Coworker: Why would you not want to do it?
Craig: Because I‘m up against Sam.
Coworker: So what?
Craig: Oh, come on… You know how I feel about Sam… He’s so annoying. He’s always trying to one-up me. If I tell him I just bought a scooter, he tells me he bought a car. If I tell him I just got a new phone, he shows me his brand new MacBook. I’m telling you, that man’s so competitive.
Coworker: Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad. Plus, it’s a stupid office competition.
Craig: Yeah, I know, but if he wins, he’s going to rub that in my face the whole year and I just- I can’t have that…
Boss: Okay! Are you ready? Dorothy, please, don’t eat all the donuts. It’s an office party, not your party. Okay, so it’s finally time for our annual typing competition. The two finalists are Sam and Craig. You know the rules. They will have 20 seconds to copy a text they have on their computer, they have to type as many lines as possible. The fastest typist will win two spa passes and maybe an extra donut, if Dorothy doesn’t eat them all. Okay, you guys. Are you ready?
Sam: Hey! Hey Craig! Good luck, buddy! May the best man win!
Craig: Sure, Sam, whatever…
Boss: Ready, set, go!
3, 2, 1! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Alright, let’s see… We’ve got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 lines for Craig and 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Oh my god, 10 for Sam!!! That’s really impressive! That means Sam is the fastest typist in the office and today’s winner. Well done, Sam. Here are your passes.
Sam: Haha. Craig. Come on! Maybe next year you’ll win… not! Hahaha.
Boss: Uhm, Sam.
Boss: It’s just- Someone filmed the whole thing, you know just- just for our office YouTube channel and… we were watching the video and we saw that you… well, that you cheated.
Sam: What? What do you mean?
Boss: Well, you didn’t type anything. You just copied and pasted the whole thing so I’m afraid you’re going to have to give those passes to Craig.
Craig: Ha! In your face, man!