Yesterday, I took my little Tenth Doctor Funko Pop doll to scrum and placed him on the table in front of me. We started doing our talks and halfway through, the boss, who was late from another meeting, walked in, asked where we are in the meeting, then pointed to Ten and said, "Has he gone?"
I said, "Nope," and my husband said, "He doesn't want to go."
Sadly, no one else in the room was enough of a DW fan to get the reference, but the two of us were disabled with laughter for a bit.
