superartie: (innocent look)
One might expect that Artie's office would be baggage free. In fact, one would be wrong. There was, for instance, a bag that said PERMANENT PRESS PANTS on it, which was clearly part of a matched set with the one that said ALUMINUM SIDING.

Perhaps the strangest, though, was the large, old fashioned steamer trunk leaning against the wall by the door which read GERTRUDE STEIN.

Artie just didn't seem to have noticed they were there, yet.

[ooc: open!]
superartie: (trash can)
Artie had a trashcan on his head. He was running into the walls of his office.

Look, you did office hours your way, he did his his way.
superartie: (flags)
Artie had an office. He quite possibly had never had one before. It was just as possible he had no idea what a teacher generally did with an office.

"One . . . two . . . three . . . four. . . ." Artie was currently doing some aerobics in his office. "Eins . . . zwei . . . drei . . . vier . . . im Deutschland!"

Artie's aerobics involved bouncing around the roof off walls and falling over the desk.

His office was open.

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