Funny Story.
Talk about perfect timing!
About six years ago I walked into my little minimum wage job I maintained just to get through college. Graduation was around the corner and it was time to move on. I slipped my two weeks notice into my manager's mail cubby and proceeded on about my shift until they arrived.
My manager came in later that day and briskly escorted me to the bathroom (there was no office or break room in this ramshackle dollar store) and abruptly told me I was fired as my hours were difficult to schedule around all my classes.
There it was. The once in a lifetime chance to use this phrase:
"Hey, You can't fire me, I already quit!"
Needless to say I did not serve out my remaining two weeks, I was gone that day.
Anyone else have that perfect timing line up, or was this a fluke of the universe?