When the well-molded secretary entered her boss' office one morning, he looked out the window and announced idly, "It's certainly going to be a beautiful day."
"I don't think so," replied the secretary.
"The weather forecast is for snow."
"It's not going to snow," contradicted the exec.
"I'll lay you twelve to one."
"I'd rather not," she remarked. "That's my lunch hour."
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