Or maybe that was my time warping doughnut.
Someone brought in a box of Voodoo Doughnuts to share with the class. I, of course, picked the most ridiculous-looking one I could find. When I mentioned the temporal discrepancy to Bill, he suggested my doughnut might be the culprit.
Bill: Strawberry Kool-Aid frosting, with marshmallows? Yeah, that seems like it might be enough to warp the space-time continuum.
Me: Punch a hole in the fabric of reality? ...I dunno, could the doughnut really have affected the last hour? I only got it a few minutes ago.
Bill: Well, in your timeline, maybe. The rest of us have been sitting here this whole time.
Me: Aaaahh... wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey.
Bill: Yes! That's exactly what I was going to say!
I like Bill. Geeks of a feather flock together and all that. I didn't know he was a Doctor Who fan until this morning, but I can't say I was at all surprised, either, after the Star Wars incident the other week. He was listening to a transcription when he laughed and took off his headphones. "I can hear them watching Star Wars in the background," he said, then proceeded to tell us exactly which scene corresponded to the music he was hearing. He stopped abruptly in horror. "That didn't come out sounding normal at all, did it?" he realized. I laughed and told him it was awesome.
In other news, I'm becoming known around the office to anonymous strangers as 'Batman Lunchbox Girl'. This pleases me to no end. Yesterday at lunch, two separate people greeted me with "Batmaaaan!" To which I replied, of course, "Batmaaaan!" Today some guy pointed and said, "That lunchbox is AWESOME."