Jim and Pam seem to actually be enjoying themselves, and each other, and the Chinese takeout, talking and laughing about the guy who interviewed Pam today. Jim assures her that the next interview will have to be better. Pam's not sure... even if it's great, she stutters that she doesn't know if she wants this. That kind of wrecks the mood. Jim says this is out of left field. "Is it?" she asks. "I liked our life in Scranton." "And I have started a business in Philadelphia," Jim chuckles darkly. Pam shrugs, like, this wasn't my idea. Dinner seems to get pretty quiet after that.
And then the tag is an overlong bit about Oscar making a whole production of getting up from his desk in a pair of gravity boots every time an ad pops up on his computer screen. What kind of accounting is he doing, anyway? Anyway, every time that happens he hangs himself upside-down from the doorframe to do an ab workout. This time, though, he ends up stranded while everyone treats him as an inconvenient obstruction. Meanwhile, another tiny ad pops up on his unattended computer, with this text next to a familiar logo: "Coming this May: The Office: An American Workplace. Ten years in the making, a look at the lives and loves of an average American small business office." Pee-yoo, who wrote that copy?
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