Priceless

I was searching the innards of my 13-inch MacBook for the do-it-yourself birdhouse instructions I'd set aside to assist in the creation my younger brother's college graduation gift when I discovered the scraps of a photo book I had given to a former co-worker as a going away present a while back.

Upon receipt of said gift, my former co-worker's eyes welled up in what I thought to be overwhelmed appreciation.
"Who's wrong?" I asked, prepared for an outpouring of thanks.
"Do you really think I smell?" she replied.
"No," I said, caught off guard. "It's a joke in reference to that time you wrote "You smell" in that Valentine's Day card. Remember?"
"Corey," she replied, "that wasn't a Valentine's Day card. That was a Post-it note. And I was being serious."