I'm not shocked that someone would resign via cake—I actually wish it would catch on at Stranger HQ (not that we want anyone to leave ever, but... cake!)—or that someone would quit his job in this economy. No, what shocks is that this guy—pink shirt, carefully knotted tie, foppish vest, pegged trousers, hip trainers—worked in a naval shipyard for three years and somehow lived to tell the tale. (Via Sullivan, BoingBoing, etc.)
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