Some time this afternoon, the normal department silence was broken by repeated wails of:
"I loooved him!"
"Who is Davy -"
"AHH AHH! Look at her! She doesn't even know who Davy Jones is! So young! You're a child! DAVY JONES. The MONKEES."
Then old women would try to sing Daydream Believer without knowing the words, and young women would indulge them.
Then, from someone else, 'What about Davy from the Monkees?"
"Davy Jones died!"
"Oh no! I loooved him!"
Later, Marcia came by my cube. "There's two," she said significantly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Two. First, Whitney ..."
"Oh! You're right, Whitney, then Davy. So we need look at who's old and has a name ending in 'Y'."
Her eyes widened. "Oh! Is that how it works?"
"No. I just made that up."
But that would give so much order to the universe. Unfortunately, you know what that would mean ....