Just Another Boaring Day

The building manager at my work just came into the office and unintelligibly asked me if we had ordered what sounded like, "A whole roast boar."

I smartly said, "What?"

The delivery guy unintelligibly clarified, repeating, again, something that sounded like "roast boar," but could have also been "blackboard."

Being a vegetarian, I explained that we definitely hadn't ordered anything and apologized. What am I supposed to do with a whole roast boar? Eat it? Certainly not.

"Blaga sluff," they both said, and left.

I'm 90% sure this wasn't my fault.