I have new neighbors in Cubeville, and for some irrational reason, I find these people quite disturbing. It's the infiltration of new voices talking about non-tech on the telephone. I'm accustomed only to the tic and tac of keyboards, and maybe a few voices which I've already tuned out.
Additionally, they've clogged our hallways with behemoth filing cabinets presumably full of paper. They apparently didn't get the email recommending we just save documents on the computer and stop printing them. Honestly, I have a grand total of maybe 30 sheets of paper littering my entire workspace.
Lastly, I have no idea who Myron Cope is, and I don't know what makes his towel so terrible, except maybe that it's hanging from another invading filing cabinet and represents everything I don't understand, and therefore, fear.