Work or picnic?

I used to organise picnics in my earlier office, but left the tough task of collecting money with my colleague, DG.

DG was a friendly, casual person. One day, another colleague SI was engrossed in editing a front page copy when DG stepped in.

“Where’s the money?” he asked.

“I am very busy. Talk later,” she replied.

He repeated the question.

“Can’t you see I am editing for front page?” she asked, visibly annoyed.

DG’s spontaneous reaction made everyone laugh: “Arre baba. What’s important? Work or picnic?

My frivolous nature got me in trouble many times, but also saved me.

I was chatting loudly when the newspaper’s famous cartoonist rushed out of his cabin and angrily looked around to check who was making noise. There was sudden pin-drop silence. He glanced at me, cooled down a little and moved back with the words, “Ohh, you are here. That’s why.”

Have you heard this joke? 

“You are a perfect fool,” she said.

“Don’t try sweet talk. No one is perfect,” he replied.