Today, I threw a snowball at Mike and smacked a girl in the face. Square in the right eyeball. This chunk of crystalline water ice was thrown with considerable velocity, as it was aimed at Mike.
Thus, it was determined that this worthy of something named after Dwight Schrute. If you can smack a girl (accidentally) in the face with a high velocity wad of snow, it’s okay to go on a date with her. She might even be good on the beet farm.
That’s what she said.