Darryl brings Michael his weekend bag, but Michael tells him to put it back in the truck. And he says goodbye to Holly, and rides back to Scranton with Darryl. Which just proves that Holly is too good for Michael; if their positions were reversed, I suspect Michael would never have broken up with her before she helped him unpack.
On the way back, Darryl takes pity on Michael. He says he knows it's hard, and offers to sing the blues with Michael. Michael joins in even though he doesn't really get it, but since it seems to be helping, Darryl quickly gives up on setting him straight. Looks like it's going to be white-man blues all the way back to Scranton.
Tag: Andy walks into the office in overalls and no shirt, with a straw hat and a big ol' crate of raw beets, one of which he tosses to Dwight. "I see what you are doing, but I do not know where you're going with this," Dwight remarks calmly. Andy vows, "Oh, you will," and attempts to take a bite out of what he claims is a product of Bernard Beet Farm. It doesn't go well. "You're supposed to cook these, aren't you?" he asks. "Cornell," Dwight scoffs, and sinks his teeth into the one Andy just tossed him. Advantage: Schrute, Schrute, and Schrute.
And also Schrute.
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