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"Clint!" Natasha hovered menacingly over her coworker's cubicle. "That's not a bug. Stop kicking it back to me."
Clint grinned up at the IT programmer. "The indents are off."
He had to be the most stubborn SQA Natasha had to deal with.
She narrowed her eyes and reminded him again, "Our site doesn't have indents and we're not doing a workaround, so no. I'm not going to make it look like a list."
Grudgingly Clint sighed. "Then put a note on the bug that you're deferring it instead of saying you fixed it."
"We're not deferring it, Clint!" Natasha growled. "It's not a bug."
"Fine, fine." He added a 'not an error' tag to the bug and closed it. "You happy?"
She crossed her arms. "Now about that other bug…"
"Nope. Not listening. Don't care," Clint steamrollered right over her protest. "You only get one rescinded bug a day. And yes, whoever designed that navigation menu did a—"
She put a hand over his mouth and raised an eyebrow. The boss didn't exactly like It when anyone cussed.
"Lousy job then," Clint groused. "Ship it to whoever's responsible, but it's a problem and it needs to be fixed."
"It's not my job. It's Pepper's job."
"Email her then." He clicked around and added another bug to the queue. "We are using AP style, right?"
"Nitpicker."
"You love it."
Natasha sighed, cut her losses, and headed back to her desk. She opened the new bug notification and stared at the comment. She was going to kill him—impale him with his own 'lucky' arrow. She picked up the phone and dialed his extension.
"You rang?" She could hear his smug grin.
"No, I will not go on a date with you if you ever ask me via Bugherd ever, ever again." She slammed down the phone.
An email popped up in her box.
Movie night still on?
She groaned and resisted the urge to bang her head on her desk. Fine.